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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Arthur Verocai,
The Move,
Nico,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rekid,
The Cure,
Eli Mardock,
Silicon Teens,
Q and Not U,
Warsaw,
Barbara Tucker,
Prince Buster,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
Gichy Dan,
Outsiders,
The Standells,
Radiohead,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
Pussy Galore,
F. McDonald,
The Slackers,
Monks,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
Make Up,
Slick Rick,
David McCallum,
Heaven 17,
Lou Christie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Womack,
Parry Music,
The Remains,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
Popol Vuh,
The Stooges,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
Royal Trux,
The Real Kids,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.