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 Latvia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gang Starr to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 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 Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
Motorama,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Panda Bear,
The Grass Roots,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
Malaria!,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Supertramp,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
Marmalade,
CMW,
The Pretty Things,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
Arthur Verocai,
Mandrill,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Erasure,
Robert Hood,
Wolf Eyes,
Von Mondo,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
the Sonics,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.