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 Laos and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Symarip to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pagans,
Electric Prunes,
Lyres,
Public Enemy,
The Velvet Underground,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
The Moleskins,
The Cowsills,
Tears for Fears,
Jandek,
Girls At Our Best!,
Siglo XX,
Gerry Rafferty,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
Mandrill,
Mantronix,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
The Gories,
Joyce Sims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
PIL,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Wells,
Masters at Work,
Guru Guru,
The Neon Judgement,
Mr. Review,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.