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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sparks to the grunge 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yellowson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
PIL,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Dennis Brown,
The Pretty Things,
In Retrospect,
Henry Cow,
Prince Buster,
Lyres,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
Negative Approach,
Gichy Dan,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Barrington Levy,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
Amon Düül II,
Eden Ahbez,
Tomorrow,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter & Gordon,
Niagra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Cramps,
Average White Band,
Inner City,
the Germs,
Delta 5,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Section 25,
a-ha,
Pole,
Arthur Verocai,
World's Most,
Tom Boy,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dirtbombs,
Mr. Review,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Patti Smith,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.