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 Mauritius and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rock 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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Infiniti,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
Cameo,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Joyce Sims,
Circle Jerks,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
Lyres,
Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Hoover,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Christie,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Parry Music,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Nils Olav,
Slave,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
Harry Pussy,
Man Parrish,
Bronski Beat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Depeche Mode,
The Blues Magoos,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
Juan Atkins,
Roxette,
Malaria!,
Kurtis Blow,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
Black Bananas,
Supertramp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
Bauhaus,
Japan,
Laurel Aitken,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.