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 Estonia 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Eli Mardock to the funk 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Icehouse,
Nico,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
T.S.O.L.,
Qualms,
Shoche,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scott Walker,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Sonics,
The Real Kids,
Soft Cell,
Erasure,
Wally Richardson,
Nas,
Popol Vuh,
The Index,
The Mojo Men,
Gichy Dan,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
kango's stein massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
Crime,
The Gladiators,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
a-ha,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quantec,
Peter & Gordon,
Kurtis Blow,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
EPMD,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gong,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.