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 Croatia and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Drive Like Jehu to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
Marc Almond,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
Bootsy Collins,
Fluxion,
Von Mondo,
The Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Moby Grape,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Inner City,
The United States of America,
Shuggie Otis,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
H. Thieme,
The Walker Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
Hasil Adkins,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
Alton Ellis,
Warren Ellis,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Machine,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
Funky Four + One,
One Last Wish,
Chris Corsano,
Flash Fearless,
Gichy Dan,
Country Teasers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.