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 Iran and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rod Modell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Model 500,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Sheep,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
Wings,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare,
Boredoms,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
Scratch Acid,
Sparks,
The Blackbyrds,
Faust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
Anakelly,
Kerri Chandler,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aloha Tigers,
Suicide,
Dorothy Ashby,
Funky Four + One,
Urselle,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
The American Breed,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tim Buckley,
Harpers Bizarre,
The United States of America,
The Seeds,
Graham Central Station,
Scion,
Camouflage,
Howard Jones,
The Kinks,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
Bad Manners,
Cal Tjader,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Görl,
Ultra Naté,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.