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 Taiwan and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Can to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Pulsallama,
Khruangbin,
The Wake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
Public Image Ltd.,
Q65,
The Zeros,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
Eve St. Jones,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
Flipper,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
the Soft Cell,
Erasure,
The Angels of Light,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
The Fire Engines,
Agent Orange,
Minor Threat,
cv313,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rakim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Black Dice,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
John Holt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Youth Brigade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Technova,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.