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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Bauhaus to the disco 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Litter,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
Sight & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
Sonic Youth,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Rufus Thomas,
Bad Manners,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Television Personalities,
Lou Reed,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
Das Ding,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mr. Review,
Danielle Patucci,
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls,
Agitation Free,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
David Axelrod,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.