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 Suriname and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quantec,
Vainqueur,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
Charles Mingus,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scrapy,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu,
Crash Course in Science,
B.T. Express,
Roy Ayers,
Marmalade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Desert Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Robert Hood,
The Offenders,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
The Durutti Column,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Pretty Things,
Quadrant,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Can,
Ultra Naté,
Jerry's Kids,
Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Byron Stingily,
Skaos,
The Barracudas,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jandek,
Pere Ubu,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Blossom Toes,
Fear,
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.