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 Iran and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
The Victims,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barry Ungar,
Kerri Chandler,
June Days,
The Blackbyrds,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
Anakelly,
Sonic Youth,
The Vogues,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fat Boys,
Brothers Johnson,
Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
Dead Boys,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
These Immortal Souls,
La Düsseldorf,
Bill Near,
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Thee Headcoats,
Rod Modell,
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Coltrane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mo-Dettes,
Make Up,
The Busters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neu!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Y Pants,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.