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 Jordan 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Birthday Party to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magazine,
Kool Moe Dee,
Electric Prunes,
The Index,
Alphaville,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Camberwell Now,
Stiv Bators,
Kaleidoscope,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slits,
Minnie Riperton,
Amon Düül II,
Byron Stingily,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gichy Dan,
Marine Girls,
The Human League,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
Howard Jones,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
Roxy Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rosa Yemen,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
Half Japanese,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Todd Rundgren,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalann,
The Happenings,
The Invisible,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
Schoolly D,
The Black Dice,
MC5,
Barry Ungar,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.