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 Bulgaria and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Radiohead,
Lakeside,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
Marmalade,
Man Parrish,
Urselle,
Gregory Isaacs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
OOIOO,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Swans,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yaz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Youth Brigade,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boogie Down Productions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
Pussy Galore,
Q65,
Gabor Szabo,
the Normal,
Michelle Simonal,
Mo-Dettes,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brass Construction,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Excepter,
Graham Central Station,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J,
Glenn Branca,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
Black Moon,
the Slits,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mojo Men,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Make Up,
Visage,
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.