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 Indonesia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 John Holt to the techno 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Pole,
Heaven 17,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James White and The Blacks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
ABC,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
One Last Wish,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Starr,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
Hashim,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
Danielle Patucci,
Monolake,
the Bar-Kays,
Fat Boys,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mad Mike,
New Order,
Gichy Dan,
Brand Nubian,
Yusef Lateef,
Warsaw,
Traffic Nightmare,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
The Monks,
Mars,
Dead Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Womack,
John Cale,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.