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 Tanzania and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
Bob Dylan,
Country Teasers,
Black Moon,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
Chrome,
Suburban Knight,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crime,
These Immortal Souls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ken Boothe,
Magma,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fad Gadget,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Delta 5,
PIL,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Sherman,
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Juan Atkins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nas,
Scratch Acid,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Machine,
Basic Channel,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
Q and Not U,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.