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 Romania and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Mark Hollis,
Maurizio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Piero Umiliani,
Ituana,
The Victims,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Niagra,
Pere Ubu,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Gong,
Dual Sessions,
Symarip,
Basic Channel,
Dead Boys,
Marmalade,
The Sisters of Mercy,
AZ,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eve St. Jones,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
June Days,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
Minny Pops,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erasure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brand Nubian,
Laurel Aitken,
Hasil Adkins,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sonny Sharrock,
Stetsasonic,
Mission of Burma,
Sonic Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
Y Pants,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.