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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet 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 Bizarre Inc. to the rock 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scratch Acid,
Lyres,
Michelle Simonal,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
Howard Jones,
Mars,
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dirtbombs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Desert Stars,
Wasted Youth,
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna,
Television,
The Red Krayola,
The Fuzztones,
Parry Music,
Smog,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gichy Dan,
K-Klass,
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
John Cale,
L. Decosne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
The American Breed,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.