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 Iran 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 Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ronnie Foster to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yaz,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
X-101,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
Sällskapet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mandrill,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Piero Umiliani,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick May,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
June of 44,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
The Barracudas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
Alphaville,
Monks,
Bill Wells,
Faust,
ABC,
Minor Threat,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
Ultimate Spinach,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
X-102,
Johnny Clarke,
Amon Düül II,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Donald Byrd,
Organ,
The Skatalites,
David Bowie,
The Cure,
Bill Near,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.