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 Cambodia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
Procol Harum,
CMW,
Boz Scaggs,
Quadrant,
Zapp,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
FM Einheit,
Funky Four + One,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Los Fastidios,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
Minny Pops,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
the Sonics,
Black Bananas,
John Cale,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
Yazoo,
Surgeon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hoover,
the Swans,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
Second Layer,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
Bang On A Can,
Cal Tjader,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
H. Thieme,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.