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 Yemen and from Columbus.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Knickerbockers to the dance 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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Five Americans,
Henry Cow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantytec,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice,
Severed Heads,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
X-102,
Organ,
Yellowson,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Joey Negro,
Iggy Pop,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vainqueur,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Groovy Waters,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
The Victims,
Barry Ungar,
Duran Duran,
Crispian St. Peters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Jawbox,
Cymande,
Marine Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
Morten Harket,
T. Rex,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Clarke,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.