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 Belgium and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Von Mondo to the jazz 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
Henry Cow,
Livin' Joy,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Spandau Ballet,
Soulsonic Force,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Unrelated Segments,
T.S.O.L.,
Wings,
Ultra Naté,
the Human League,
Y Pants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
Judy Mowatt,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
The Cramps,
World's Most,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pussy Galore,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Brick,
Quando Quango,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Reed,
Aaron Thompson,
The Searchers,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
Massinfluence,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
Mars,
Cecil Taylor,
The Blackbyrds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Beau Brummels,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.