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 Chad and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Flipper to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gun Club,
Alphaville,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tropical Tobacco,
Monks,
Neu!,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pierre Henry,
Malaria!,
Marmalade,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Man Eating Sloth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Tremeloes,
Agitation Free,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Ice-T,
Fad Gadget,
Youth Brigade,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
Pulsallama,
John Holt,
Qualms,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
MDC,
Harmonia,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds,
Audionom,
Soul II Soul,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.