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 Rwanda 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Clear Light to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Jandek,
Angry Samoans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siglo XX,
Anakelly,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sister Nancy,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
Harmonia,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Lynne,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Susan Cadogan,
Nas,
Au Pairs,
The Last Poets,
Lou Christie,
Mr. Review,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Tres Demented,
Delon & Dalcan,
Crash Course in Science,
Kenny Larkin,
Yazoo,
Letta Mbulu,
John Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
DJ Style,
Aswad,
Marc Almond,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monolake,
CMW,
Grey Daturas,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Skaos,
Franke,
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
This Heat,
H. Thieme,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.