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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
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 Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Minny Pops to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Parry Music,
Bush Tetras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
Brick,
Gichy Dan,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Sneak,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul II Soul,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gories,
Jerry's Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Trojans,
Ludus,
Scion,
Interpol,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
Underground Resistance,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
The Dead C,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Khruangbin,
The Black Dice,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
Steve Hackett,
Rapeman,
The Associates,
Derrick May,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris & Cosey,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
Roxy Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.