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 Mali and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum 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 Anakelly to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
UT,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus,
Lyres,
The Slits,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Deadbeat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mummies,
The Five Americans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ohio Players,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
U.S. Maple,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mr. Review,
Eden Ahbez,
Moby Grape,
Outsiders,
The Stooges,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
Flash Fearless,
ABBA,
Grauzone,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Association,
Agitation Free,
a-ha,
Ten City,
The Grass Roots,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Smoke,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minutemen,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cowsills,
Chrome,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.