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 Israel and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe 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 Marc Almond to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang Green,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scientists,
Suburban Knight,
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca,
The Buckinghams,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
Jandek,
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
Mission of Burma,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
H. Thieme,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ludus,
The Busters,
Chris Corsano,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wire,
Country Teasers,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
the Swans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
The Dead C,
Adolescents,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Echospace,
Sight & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
Shoche,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
The American Breed,
Lucky Dragons,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.