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 Cuba and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the disco 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Second Layer,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Neu!,
Magma,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Loose Ends,
Moby Grape,
Mandrill,
Wings,
Derrick May,
Kas Product,
Laurel Aitken,
Pagans,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Sight & Sound,
Pylon,
Talk Talk,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
The Zeros,
Nils Olav,
Guru Guru,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
The Dirtbombs,
Minutemen,
Youth Brigade,
The Monochrome Set,
the Swans,
Sun Ra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ornette Coleman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
Duran Duran,
ABBA,
Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.