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 Milan.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Invisible to the techno 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
Can,
Gichy Dan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare,
The Kinks,
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eric Copeland,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Moon,
The Toasters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen,
Mantronix,
The Cure,
John Holt,
Cluster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Goldenarms,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minutemen,
Connie Case,
Henry Cow,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
Babytalk,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Tom Boy,
Crooked Eye,
Royal Trux,
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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.