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 France and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 Faraquet to the rap 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
Ossler,
Hasil Adkins,
Cal Tjader,
Agent Orange,
John Cale,
Matthew Halsall,
Von Mondo,
Motorama,
Bronski Beat,
a-ha,
The Gories,
Warren Ellis,
The Doors,
Jerry's Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
Fat Boys,
Quando Quango,
Suburban Knight,
The Monochrome Set,
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ornette Coleman,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cowsills,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
Oblivians,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Monks,
D'Angelo,
Television Personalities,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
Magma,
Nico,
Wire,
Jesper Dahlback,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.