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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Easy Going to the electroclash 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Index,
Kerri Chandler,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
David Bowie,
Intrusion,
Au Pairs,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
Ultravox,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Qualms,
John Holt,
Skaos,
Nirvana,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
The Sonics,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
Lindisfarne,
Maleditus Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Bananas,
Spandau Ballet,
Warren Ellis,
Brick,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pierre Henry,
B.T. Express,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.