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 Zimbabwe and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Guru Guru to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
R.M.O.,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
Aswad,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Nas,
John Foxx,
Soulsonic Force,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Animal Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The United States of America,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Clear Light,
Moebius,
Zero Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
the Germs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
Wolf Eyes,
Stetsasonic,
Cymande,
Tom Boy,
Isaac Hayes,
Scan 7,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
Ronan,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.