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 Senegal and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 The Leaves to the electroclash 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
Little Man,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soulsonic Force,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Swans,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW,
Suicide,
Smog,
Sound Behaviour,
Susan Cadogan,
Derrick Morgan,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June Days,
Interpol,
Deakin,
LL Cool J,
Pere Ubu,
Ludus,
Brand Nubian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
Steve Hackett,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
John Cale,
Nas,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
Sun City Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siglo XX,
The Dead C,
David Bowie,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.