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 Senegal and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 The Index to the disco 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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
The Standells,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry's Kids,
Wolf Eyes,
Can,
Minor Threat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
Blake Baxter,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
Maurizio,
Little Man,
Agent Orange,
Bill Near,
the Swans,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
Nas,
Joey Negro,
The Smoke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
Delta 5,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camouflage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cure,
The Invisible,
World's Most,
The Count Five,
The Gories,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eurythmics,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Morten Harket,
Second Layer,
The Evens,
Spandau Ballet,
Lyres,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.