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 Lebanon and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
Angry Samoans,
Mark Hollis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joensuu 1685,
Agitation Free,
Cymande,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DNA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Buckinghams,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pagans,
the Human League,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Matthew Bourne,
Don Cherry,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Freddie Wadling,
Rufus Thomas,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
Smog,
Barry Ungar,
Con Funk Shun,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barbara Tucker,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
The Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Lower 48,
Quadrant,
Deepchord,
Danielle Patucci,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.