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 Costa Rica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Albert Ayler to the disco 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
Radiohead,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
The Angels of Light,
Eurythmics,
Quando Quango,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
Dead Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
Mantronix,
Laurel Aitken,
Vladislav Delay,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
L. Decosne,
The Fire Engines,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young,
the Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Donny Hathaway,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marvin Gaye,
Dennis Brown,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
These Immortal Souls,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bronski Beat,
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
Agent Orange,
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Bizarre Inc.,
Simply Red,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
Ronan,
Amon Düül,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.