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 Marshall Islands and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Blancmange to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Glenn Branca,
The Victims,
Alphaville,
The Buckinghams,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
The Music Machine,
Harmonia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
The New Christs,
Warren Ellis,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
Second Layer,
Jacob Miller,
Television,
Minor Threat,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Al Stewart,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
The Motions,
The Smoke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Pus,
48th St. Collective,
The Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
Crash Course in Science,
The Evens,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scan 7,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donald Byrd,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
Ultravox,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.