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 Spain and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Warren Ellis to the jazz 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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
Cymande,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
The Names,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nation of Ulysses,
Albert Ayler,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bauhaus,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
E-Dancer,
New Age Steppers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
China Crisis,
Rapeman,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alphaville,
Pierre Henry,
the Human League,
Banda Bassotti,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
The Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Robert Wyatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
Thee Headcoats,
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Gabor Szabo,
Camouflage,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.