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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Moebius to the jazz 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Symarip,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter and Kerry,
Model 500,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cure,
Echospace,
Angry Samoans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visage,
Throbbing Gristle,
KRS-One,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
Anakelly,
The Monochrome Set,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
Pole,
Wings,
Lalo Schifrin,
Oneida,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dead Boys,
Newcleus,
Bill Near,
Reagan Youth,
Heaven 17,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Sound,
Metal Thangz,
Bauhaus,
Mantronix,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
The Toasters,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.