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 Micronesia and from Woodstock.
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 Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Mantronix,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brick,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
Cybotron,
Lucky Dragons,
Susan Cadogan,
Oneida,
The Doors,
David Axelrod,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Babytalk,
Sarah Menescal,
Bizarre Inc.,
Silicon Teens,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Banda Bassotti,
Mo-Dettes,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Last Poets,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
The Walker Brothers,
Youth Brigade,
Theoretical Girls,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
Fluxion,
Bob Dylan,
Fat Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
Dawn Penn,
8 Eyed Spy,
FM Einheit,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.