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 Gabon and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
The Associates,
Grauzone,
Faraquet,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
Cybotron,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
The Mojo Men,
Von Mondo,
The Black Dice,
Flamin' Groovies,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Oblivians,
The Saints,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Goldenarms,
Cluster,
Judy Mowatt,
Babytalk,
Nico,
The Litter,
Yaz,
The Pretty Things,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Thee Headcoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unrelated Segments,
Deadbeat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Japan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nick Fraelich,
World's Most,
Interpol,
The Fortunes,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.