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 Bahrain and from Manchester.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sound to the punk 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
Cybotron,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Model 500,
Ituana,
Dark Day,
Hashim,
Magma,
Wasted Youth,
PIL,
Girls At Our Best!,
Big Daddy Kane,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
Flash Fearless,
Nas,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Pus,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
Nico,
Desert Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Wings,
The Count Five,
10cc,
the Germs,
Piero Umiliani,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
kango's stein massive,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
Supertramp,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
Suicide,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson,
Motorama,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.