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 Czech Republic and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Soul Sonic Force to the disco 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ronan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Motions,
Panda Bear,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Seeds,
Robert Hood,
John Coltrane,
Echospace,
Little Man,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
Skaos,
L. Decosne,
The Martian,
Symarip,
Bobby Sherman,
Subhumans,
Davy DMX,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
Mandrill,
Funky Four + One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
ABC,
Barrington Levy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
Maurizio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
Second Layer,
Bill Wells,
The Music Machine,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.