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 Guyana and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Hot Snakes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
New Order,
Thompson Twins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Isaac Hayes,
Lungfish,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
Man Parrish,
The Seeds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
The Beau Brummels,
Adolescents,
Mad Mike,
Howard Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Essential Logic,
Visage,
The Cure,
Country Teasers,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
Thee Headcoats,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Altered Images,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
Crispian St. Peters,
Darondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deakin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Index,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.