Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Armenia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Gichy Dan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Eric Copeland,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Normal,
Joe Smooth,
Surgeon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Index,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
ABBA,
Harmonia,
The Cramps,
Soulsonic Force,
Pole,
Minutemen,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Christie,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joey Negro,
Jandek,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Niagra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fear,
Kurtis Blow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Zapp,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry's Kids,
Dennis Brown,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
The Dead C,
June Days,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lindisfarne,
Drexciya,
Anakelly,
DJ Style,
The Motions,
Simply Red,
Skaos,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.