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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Crash Course in Science 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Smoke,
Todd Rundgren,
Gabor Szabo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Human League,
Moss Icon,
Los Fastidios,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
The J.B.'s,
The Evens,
The Index,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Von Mondo,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
Pole,
Suicide,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
Nils Olav,
Joe Smooth,
Faraquet,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers,
Pulsallama,
Terry Callier,
the Germs,
Heaven 17,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The American Breed,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.