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 Namibia and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
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 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 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 Lee Hazlewood to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Heaven 17,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
Radiohead,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
the Human League,
Tropical Tobacco,
Neu!,
Freddie Wadling,
Brick,
Quantec,
Whodini,
Lucky Dragons,
Dave Gahan,
The Count Five,
Pere Ubu,
Bang On A Can,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Funky Four + One,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Star Department,
the Bar-Kays,
Sugar Minott,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
Procol Harum,
Gang Green,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
Max Romeo,
The Doors,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris Corsano,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
Sight & Sound,
Marc Almond,
EPMD,
Crispy Ambulance,
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
Roger Hodgson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.