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 Mozambique 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Skaos to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stockholm Monsters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Ken Boothe,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Slick Rick,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joy Division,
Erasure,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Monolake,
The Seeds,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
Godley & Creme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television,
Sister Nancy,
Negative Approach,
Sight & Sound,
Bad Manners,
John Cale,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
Ponytail,
The Divine Comedy,
Harmonia,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Byron Stingily,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
The Real Kids,
The Moody Blues,
Maleditus Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
Theoretical Girls,
B.T. Express,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.