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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Grey Daturas to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Howard Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
The Durutti Column,
Dark Day,
The Moody Blues,
Gabor Szabo,
Agent Orange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hasil Adkins,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Technova,
The Invisible,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
The Leaves,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
Saccharine Trust,
Joey Negro,
Duran Duran,
Kenny Larkin,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
Hardrive,
The Moleskins,
Michelle Simonal,
Althea and Donna,
Altered Images,
Aural Exciters,
Susan Cadogan,
Kaleidoscope,
Nico,
Arcadia,
Anakelly,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake,
Newcleus,
Sonny Sharrock,
Model 500,
New York Dolls,
Don Cherry,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
Theoretical Girls,
Roxette,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Harpers Bizarre,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.