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 Zambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 oboe 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 Au Pairs to the rock 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MDC,
Anakelly,
Cluster,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minutemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
Q and Not U,
Average White Band,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Michelle Simonal,
a-ha,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D,
Bang On A Can,
Agitation Free,
Rekid,
Siglo XX,
Gastr Del Sol,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
Shuggie Otis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
John Cale,
Inner City,
Eric Copeland,
Zapp,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amazonics,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül II,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
PIL,
Funkadelic,
The Doors,
Index,
Ultravox,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
Das Ding,
The Sound,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.