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 Sudan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Skatalites to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Moebius,
Magma,
Black Moon,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alice Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Liliput,
Jacques Brel,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fire Engines,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wings,
Arthur Verocai,
Pulsallama,
Pantaleimon,
Average White Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Smog,
Roxy Music,
The Count Five,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
EPMD,
Theoretical Girls,
Lou Christie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reagan Youth,
Quando Quango,
Charles Mingus,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
Derrick May,
The Kinks,
Shuggie Otis,
Morten Harket,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
B.T. Express,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
Gastr Del Sol,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.