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 Malta and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mumbai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Siglo XX to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Sam Rivers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Reed,
Ituana,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
Yellowson,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
New Age Steppers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
F. McDonald,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
The Moody Blues,
Half Japanese,
H. Thieme,
ABBA,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Electric Prunes,
Essential Logic,
Schoolly D,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television Personalities,
Delta 5,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dark Day,
The Pop Group,
Dennis Brown,
Nils Olav,
China Crisis,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Detroit Cobras,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
Oneida,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
48th St. Collective,
Jandek,
The Real Kids,
Soulsonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.