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 Maldives and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Severed Heads to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
Crime,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Saints,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Selecter,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
The Slits,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
Moebius,
Derrick Morgan,
The Stooges,
Brick,
Anthony Braxton,
The Golliwogs,
Black Bananas,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx,
48th St. Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
The Remains,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Moby Grape,
Hardrive,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June of 44,
Lungfish,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
CMW,
Essential Logic,
Chris & Cosey,
Scion,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.