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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the sitar 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Goldenarms,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Quantec,
The Index,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
Robert Hood,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Blossom Toes,
Outsiders,
Zero Boys,
cv313,
Grauzone,
Surgeon,
Amazonics,
Thompson Twins,
Pole,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smoke,
Hardrive,
Pantaleimon,
Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
48th St. Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul II Soul,
Lindisfarne,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ultravox,
Hoover,
Toni Rubio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
Tears for Fears,
Crime,
a-ha,
Bush Tetras,
Theoretical Girls,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.