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 Cuba 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the grunge 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Monolake,
Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Country Teasers,
Animal Collective,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Danielle Patucci,
Audionom,
Mars,
Yellowson,
Soul II Soul,
Bobby Womack,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
The Young Rascals,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed,
Grauzone,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Oneida,
Lou Christie,
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index,
B.T. Express,
Alison Limerick,
Mr. Review,
Deadbeat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
Man Eating Sloth,
Section 25,
T. Rex,
Chris & Cosey,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.