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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stooges to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
Technova,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
Max Romeo,
LL Cool J,
Cheater Slicks,
Interpol,
Henry Cow,
Second Layer,
Silicon Teens,
The Last Poets,
X-102,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Faraquet,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
Tears for Fears,
Gerry Rafferty,
Toni Rubio,
Scratch Acid,
The Star Department,
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angry Samoans,
Parry Music,
The Selecter,
The Fuzztones,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
Deakin,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
The Modern Lovers,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
June Days,
Bootsy Collins,
Eve St. Jones,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
Urselle,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
Negative Approach,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.