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 Portugal and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 David Axelrod to the disco 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ken Boothe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
Niagra,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Chris Corsano,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Rekid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Matthew Halsall,
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
Bobby Womack,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delta 5,
The Names,
June Days,
The Music Machine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Chris & Cosey,
Brick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
UT,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
The Index,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
PIL,
Nico,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Blackbyrds,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.