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 Portland.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sparks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Khruangbin,
The Divine Comedy,
The Blues Magoos,
Nas,
Amon Düül II,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
The Real Kids,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Q65,
Ultimate Spinach,
Essential Logic,
The Offenders,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
Nik Kershaw,
Monolake,
Pantytec,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Alice Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
The Motions,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Birthday Party,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fugazi,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
Gang of Four,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
Josef K,
Moby Grape,
Joe Smooth,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slick Rick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Eden Ahbez,
Subhumans,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.