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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Outsiders to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Sonic Youth,
Aswad,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Swans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minnie Riperton,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Flash Fearless,
Livin' Joy,
ABC,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
The Skatalites,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kurtis Blow,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
The United States of America,
Smog,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiopuhelimet,
Japan,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.