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 Liberia and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Fatback Band to the grime 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Golliwogs,
The Modern Lovers,
These Immortal Souls,
Mad Mike,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
T.S.O.L.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Colin Newman,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
CMW,
DJ Sneak,
The Blackbyrds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
Heaven 17,
Harry Pussy,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Kinks,
Lakeside,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
Joy Division,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soul II Soul,
Warren Ellis,
Max Romeo,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mummies,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
Faraquet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Standells,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.