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 Burundi and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Fad Gadget to the punk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barrington Levy,
Tommy Roe,
Main Source,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
Can,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Harry Pussy,
The Sound,
Excepter,
Model 500,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Duran Duran,
Scott Walker,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
Glenn Branca,
Curtis Mayfield,
The New Christs,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
China Crisis,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
Soulsonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
Rites of Spring,
Circle Jerks,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
Faust,
Aswad,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
Black Pus,
Blancmange,
DNA,
Altered Images,
Dual Sessions,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.