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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 48th St. Collective to the crunk 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Residents,
The Fall,
Excepter,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
the Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Moon,
Urselle,
Parry Music,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Archie Shepp,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
The Searchers,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
the Germs,
Television,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Magazine,
Barry Ungar,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
Gichy Dan,
Skaos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Toni Rubio,
The Tremeloes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Negative Approach,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
Camouflage,
The Litter,
B.T. Express,
Swans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deepchord,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.