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 Lithuania and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Pet Shop Boys to the punk 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
China Crisis,
Black Pus,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun City Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Whodini,
Fugazi,
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak,
Rotary Connection,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Schoolly D,
The Motions,
Alice Coltrane,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slackers,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed,
Crime,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
Stiv Bators,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps,
Bill Near,
Suburban Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Franke,
Visage,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Technova,
Harry Pussy,
Sex Pistols,
The Sound,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
Soulsonic Force,
The Walker Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.