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 Vietnam and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Cale to the funk 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Bob Dylan,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
Tres Demented,
The Fuzztones,
New Order,
The Human League,
Toni Rubio,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
Rufus Thomas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
Interpol,
Barclay James Harvest,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
Boogie Down Productions,
One Last Wish,
The Trojans,
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
The Skatalites,
Nik Kershaw,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
Quando Quango,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
China Crisis,
Lucky Dragons,
Q and Not U,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.