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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Juan Atkins to the grunge 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Visage,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pole,
Urselle,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Index,
Section 25,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
Ken Boothe,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aswad,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
Half Japanese,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
The Music Machine,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
Charles Mingus,
Chris & Cosey,
Man Parrish,
Joyce Sims,
U.S. Maple,
The Moleskins,
Ultra Naté,
Peter & Gordon,
Danielle Patucci,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
Sex Pistols,
cv313,
Amon Düül,
Derrick May,
Bang On A Can,
D'Angelo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
Country Teasers,
The Pretty Things,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Boogie Down Productions,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Starr,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.