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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Chris & Cosey to the grunge 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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
Mantronix,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Fela Kuti,
10cc,
Pagans,
Agent Orange,
The Mummies,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
Scratch Acid,
The Walker Brothers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
Ornette Coleman,
The Buckinghams,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
Youth Brigade,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
Brothers Johnson,
John Cale,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gories,
Tubeway Army,
The Vogues,
Bobby Womack,
Magazine,
Davy DMX,
The Move,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
Shuggie Otis,
Duran Duran,
Letta Mbulu,
Khruangbin,
Henry Cow,
Chris & Cosey,
Curtis Mayfield,
Anthony Braxton,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
The Monks,
Roxette,
Unwound,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.