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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
The Slackers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Con Funk Shun,
The Zeros,
Gong,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Surgeon,
Sixth Finger,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blossom Toes,
Siglo XX,
Lebanon Hanover,
Make Up,
the Germs,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Toni Rubio,
Ken Boothe,
Organ,
Dave Gahan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Flag,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
Ronnie Foster,
Cecil Taylor,
the Fania All-Stars,
Davy DMX,
Shuggie Otis,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Slits,
Cluster,
Deadbeat,
LL Cool J,
Gabor Szabo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.