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 Uruguay and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Ken Boothe to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
Japan,
Soft Machine,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
Babytalk,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joyce Sims,
Fear,
Nas,
FM Einheit,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sight & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bootsy Collins,
Amazonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Tremeloes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aural Exciters,
Dawn Penn,
Make Up,
Maurizio,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
Johnny Clarke,
Bush Tetras,
Malaria!,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
Half Japanese,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
Joy Division,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Wells,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.