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 Romania 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Arab on Radar to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Moleskins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
Kas Product,
Joe Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Surgeon,
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
Alton Ellis,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
Wally Richardson,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
Sun City Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABBA,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scion,
Blake Baxter,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
Half Japanese,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rod Modell,
UT,
Minor Threat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wolf Eyes,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
Television Personalities,
Audionom,
Parry Music,
Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Basic Channel,
James White and The Blacks,
The Birthday Party,
Oneida,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Quadrant,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bad Manners,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J,
Tres Demented,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.