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 Cyprus and from London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Freddie Wadling,
Desert Stars,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
Neil Young,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Moby Grape,
One Last Wish,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
Slave,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics,
Can,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
New Age Steppers,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter & Gordon,
Parry Music,
Liliput,
Outsiders,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Deepchord,
Althea and Donna,
Zapp,
Television Personalities,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kenny Larkin,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
Reagan Youth,
The Sonics,
John Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.