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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Robert Görl to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
Skaos,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Japan,
The Gladiators,
Mars,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
Bootsy Collins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up,
Yazoo,
Kas Product,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Franke,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One,
Sun City Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Buckinghams,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
The Zeros,
Can,
Henry Cow,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
The Mummies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
Brothers Johnson,
Motorama,
The Last Poets,
Lee Hazlewood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
The Seeds,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Second Layer,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
X-101,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.