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 Norway and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bologna.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Anthony Braxton to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! 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?
Steve Hackett,
Monks,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
Fad Gadget,
The Techniques,
Fugazi,
Sarah Menescal,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Terry Callier,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Lydon,
The Gun Club,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül,
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Motions,
The Gap Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fire Engines,
Marc Almond,
Albert Ayler,
Motorama,
Excepter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Monolake,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harpers Bizarre,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
The Fugs,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
Half Japanese,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monochrome Set,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
The Associates,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Flipper,
Little Man,
Kerrie Biddell,
Franke,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.