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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Barry Ungar to the rock 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine 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?
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
Bill Wells,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
The Stooges,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
Gabor Szabo,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
Davy DMX,
The Fuzztones,
Silicon Teens,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
Zapp,
Dark Day,
Television,
Smog,
The Alarm Clocks,
Popol Vuh,
Tres Demented,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris & Cosey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
Yaz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Divine Comedy,
Magma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Whodini,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
Todd Rundgren,
Alphaville,
K-Klass,
The J.B.'s,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.