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 Hungary and from Winnipeg.
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 Madrid and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Essential Logic to the electroclash 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
Electric Prunes,
Bronski Beat,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
Stiv Bators,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
Chrome,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
Sexual Harrassment,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
Bush Tetras,
The Index,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Desert Stars,
The Kinks,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
The Divine Comedy,
The Techniques,
La Düsseldorf,
The Young Rascals,
Graham Central Station,
Stetsasonic,
Symarip,
Echospace,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
The Slits,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pole,
Henry Cow,
Delta 5,
Swell Maps,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.