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 Costa Rica and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 The Monochrome Set to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
Marcia Griffiths,
Erasure,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moss Icon,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Gang of Four,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
Joe Finger,
Althea and Donna,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
T.S.O.L.,
Heaven 17,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rotary Connection,
Jawbox,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
X-101,
Crime,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dirtbombs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Quantec,
Ronan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Byrd,
the Swans,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
The Vogues,
Tomorrow,
The Fall,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.