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 Lesotho and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Patti Smith to the grime 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
John Holt,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Zapp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Bootsy Collins,
Icehouse,
Howard Jones,
Aural Exciters,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick May,
Interpol,
Thompson Twins,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Surgeon,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
Chrome,
Connie Case,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Ralphi Rosario,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
Gong,
Glenn Branca,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Crash Course in Science,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Last Poets,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Supertramp,
Yaz,
Electric Prunes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Loose Ends,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.