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 Haiti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 The Leaves to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
Japan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fugs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
Ronan,
Roger Hodgson,
K-Klass,
The Dave Clark Five,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
kango's stein massive,
Gang of Four,
In Retrospect,
A Certain Ratio,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
Tubeway Army,
Tres Demented,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
Nils Olav,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Minutemen,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
MDC,
Fad Gadget,
Absolute Body Control,
Half Japanese,
Man Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
The American Breed,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
Banda Bassotti,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
David McCallum,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.