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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
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 Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Black Moon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Adolescents,
Zero Boys,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barry Ungar,
Sällskapet,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sugar Minott,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Seeds,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
Henry Cow,
Negative Approach,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Howard Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
Kaleidoscope,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Anthony Braxton,
K-Klass,
Black Flag,
The Human League,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Glenn Branca,
Bobby Sherman,
Cameo,
The Martian,
Eli Mardock,
Quantec,
The J.B.'s,
Jacob Miller,
Country Teasers,
Erasure,
The Birthday Party,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
The Leaves,
Agent Orange,
Todd Terry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.