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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Modern Lovers to the funk 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Thee Headcoats,
JFA,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW,
PIL,
Cheater Slicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
John Coltrane,
June of 44,
Blossom Toes,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
Neu!,
Michelle Simonal,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
World's Most,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
Adolescents,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
The Birthday Party,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
Arthur Verocai,
Iggy Pop,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
a-ha,
Television,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Machine,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
The Moleskins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heaven 17,
T. Rex,
Glenn Branca,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.