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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Salvador.
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 Beijing and Woodstock.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Mummies to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick May,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
Underground Resistance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angry Samoans,
New York Dolls,
Joy Division,
Surgeon,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
Rotary Connection,
DNA,
In Retrospect,
Youth Brigade,
Roxette,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
Dave Gahan,
Mark Hollis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
Cymande,
Simply Red,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
Stiv Bators,
Roger Hodgson,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
Cluster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
Freddie Wadling,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pierre Henry,
Lower 48,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Godley & Creme,
Wally Richardson,
Amazonics,
Circle Jerks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
The Stooges,
Minor Threat,
Scan 7,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Delta 5,
Janne Schatter,
Guru Guru,
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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.