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 Mongolia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
Ultra Naté,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
Mo-Dettes,
Pulsallama,
China Crisis,
Brass Construction,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Procol Harum,
Joensuu 1685,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
Stockholm Monsters,
UT,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
Kerri Chandler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
Avey Tare,
Marvin Gaye,
Thee Headcoats,
DNA,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
F. McDonald,
The Doors,
Jandek,
Todd Rundgren,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jerry's Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
The Misunderstood,
Pantytec,
Porter Ricks,
Joy Division,
Monks,
Sister Nancy,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers,
In Retrospect,
Dawn Penn,
Michelle Simonal,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blues Magoos,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.