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 Brazil and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Desert Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
The Victims,
Erasure,
Scientists,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacob Miller,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound,
Das Ding,
Andrew Hill,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Womack,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
Darondo,
T. Rex,
One Last Wish,
Visage,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
Wings,
Grey Daturas,
Sandy B,
Technova,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anakelly,
Tim Buckley,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.