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 Egypt and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Motorama to the jazz 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Siglo XX,
Agent Orange,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
F. McDonald,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
Dead Boys,
Subhumans,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
Brass Construction,
Scan 7,
JFA,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
Patti Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ludus,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Remains,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
In Retrospect,
Panda Bear,
MC5,
The Beau Brummels,
Newcleus,
Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Machine,
Skaos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Litter,
Qualms,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rosa Yemen,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Germs,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
The Real Kids,
Cal Tjader,
The Moleskins,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
Colin Newman,
Ituana,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.