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 Slovenia and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Cluster to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Walker Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
Mandrill,
Pussy Galore,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ten City,
Subhumans,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Warsaw,
Ornette Coleman,
Mad Mike,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
Masters at Work,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
Ituana,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
Sonic Youth,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Amon Düül,
Don Cherry,
Yusef Lateef,
Marmalade,
Colin Newman,
Henry Cow,
June of 44,
Make Up,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.