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 Peru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris Corsano record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Finger,
Silicon Teens,
Eddi Front,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zero Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Monochrome Set,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter & Gordon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roxy Music,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
Terry Callier,
China Crisis,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
B.T. Express,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
Delta 5,
Black Pus,
Pole,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Underground Resistance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harry Pussy,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
Rosa Yemen,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
The Divine Comedy,
World's Most,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
Procol Harum,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.