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 Austria and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Davy DMX to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sam Rivers,
the Swans,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
Unwound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fear,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ice-T,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
June Days,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Faust,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
Main Source,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Jandek,
Liliput,
Buzzcocks,
Arab on Radar,
Schoolly D,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Iggy Pop,
Monks,
John Holt,
Khruangbin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Throbbing Gristle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
T. Rex,
Stiv Bators,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.