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 Switzerland and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Maurizio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon,
the Association,
The Velvet Underground,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
The Pop Group,
Banda Bassotti,
Harry Pussy,
The Stooges,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
Chris Corsano,
Maurizio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Dawn Penn,
Deadbeat,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
Chris & Cosey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
MDC,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brick,
Cybotron,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soft Machine,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
Big Daddy Kane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Magma,
Con Funk Shun,
The Trojans,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
Ultravox,
Nik Kershaw,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.