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 Tanzania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Soul Sonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Juan Atkins,
World's Most,
Tomorrow,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Massinfluence,
Visage,
Magazine,
KRS-One,
Underground Resistance,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Vladislav Delay,
The Vogues,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Radiopuhelimet,
Von Mondo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Wyatt,
Heaven 17,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Josef K,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
Sight & Sound,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
Yellowson,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.