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 Netherlands and from New York.
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 Seoul and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Black Moon,
Tres Demented,
Bill Near,
Mad Mike,
Hasil Adkins,
Tears for Fears,
Joy Division,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
Blossom Toes,
Half Japanese,
Sam Rivers,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
Aural Exciters,
Barrington Levy,
New York Dolls,
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skaos,
Lou Reed,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
Duran Duran,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sandy B,
Wally Richardson,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ohio Players,
FM Einheit,
E-Dancer,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
Make Up,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.