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 Zimbabwe and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Gabor Szabo,
Cal Tjader,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Happenings,
Anakelly,
Matthew Halsall,
Main Source,
K-Klass,
Sister Nancy,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
Ponytail,
Negative Approach,
Al Stewart,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
Boredoms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
Quantec,
DNA,
The Young Rascals,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fall,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Echospace,
Girls At Our Best!,
Godley & Creme,
Nick Fraelich,
Intrusion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
The Divine Comedy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Star Department,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.