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 Ukraine and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Aaron Thompson to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roxy Music,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nick Fraelich,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
Visage,
Hoover,
Ken Boothe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joey Negro,
Terry Callier,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Almond,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Audionom,
Glenn Branca,
Byron Stingily,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Anthony Braxton,
Electric Prunes,
The Velvet Underground,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
Accadde A,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Saccharine Trust,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Pierre Henry,
Yaz,
Surgeon,
D'Angelo,
Pulsallama,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
Fear,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
Fluxion,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Siglo XX,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.