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 New Zealand and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q and Not U to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Moon,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
B.T. Express,
Joey Negro,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neu!,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Delta 5,
Roxette,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
Erasure,
Section 25,
Scott Walker,
The Raincoats,
Fad Gadget,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
Black Sheep,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
Suicide,
The Young Rascals,
Gregory Isaacs,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Radiohead,
Stiv Bators,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
Dawn Penn,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.