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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Kerri Chandler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Khruangbin,
Ituana,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
The Stooges,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Unrelated Segments,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
Malaria!,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Theoretical Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Grey Daturas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pierre Henry,
Mandrill,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
Bauhaus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
The Residents,
Anthony Braxton,
Judy Mowatt,
Monolake,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Depeche Mode,
Black Sheep,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Royal Trux,
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling,
Nico,
Ultravox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.