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 Azerbaijan and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Jandek to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Desert Stars,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Fraelich,
The Birthday Party,
The Durutti Column,
Bauhaus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Index,
Easy Going,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
Index,
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Joe Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
Blossom Toes,
Fat Boys,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Reagan Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.