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 Bolivia and from Mexico City.
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 Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the funk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Godley & Creme,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Grass Roots,
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
EPMD,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Theoretical Girls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swans,
K-Klass,
Tres Demented,
Juan Atkins,
Shoche,
Sonic Youth,
Gong,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Pretty Things,
Eurythmics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sam Rivers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Soul II Soul,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
The Mojo Men,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Steve Hackett,
Camberwell Now,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.