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 Sri Lanka and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Underground Resistance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Y Pants,
Neil Young,
Bill Wells,
T. Rex,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth,
Pantytec,
Susan Cadogan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Archie Shepp,
Grey Daturas,
Siglo XX,
The Fugs,
Japan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultravox,
AZ,
Delon & Dalcan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
Zapp,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Human League,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warren Ellis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Stiv Bators,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
Massinfluence,
Pantaleimon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Stooges,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Holt,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.