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 Senegal and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Qualms to the electroclash 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Jacques Brel,
Monolake,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Stiv Bators,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Second Layer,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Ronan,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Searchers,
LL Cool J,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kurtis Blow,
Agitation Free,
Urselle,
Sight & Sound,
The Last Poets,
Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks,
JFA,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
This Heat,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
Vainqueur,
China Crisis,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
Wire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
Pantaleimon,
Au Pairs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
Audionom,
a-ha,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.