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 Lithuania and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
MC5,
Carl Craig,
Anakelly,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Sonics,
Vladislav Delay,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
Delta 5,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
Ludus,
Babytalk,
Cecil Taylor,
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siglo XX,
Tears for Fears,
Bobby Byrd,
Black Pus,
Dual Sessions,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fat Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
Urselle,
The Durutti Column,
Joe Smooth,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.