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 Chad and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the funk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 guitar and a harpsichord 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 guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
Rufus Thomas,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Half Japanese,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
R.M.O.,
Stiv Bators,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alphaville,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
Joe Smooth,
Hardrive,
PIL,
Yazoo,
Neu!,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
Tres Demented,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
Freddie Wadling,
Michelle Simonal,
Kas Product,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fall,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
New York Dolls,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.