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 El Salvador and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 The Gories to the jazz 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls 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 a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Bobby Womack,
Eurythmics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Magazine,
Drexciya,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Radio Birdman,
Soft Machine,
Das Ding,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
New Age Steppers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alphaville,
Suicide,
Metal Thangz,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
Neil Young,
Scion,
The Dirtbombs,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
David Bowie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alison Limerick,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Country Teasers,
The Count Five,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
The Move,
Nico,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
L. Decosne,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Real Kids,
Suburban Knight,
The Cramps,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.