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 Mauritania and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bologna.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Circle Jerks to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science 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?
Terry Callier,
Kas Product,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thee Headcoats,
The Pop Group,
Fear,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Popol Vuh,
UT,
Swans,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Goldenarms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
A Certain Ratio,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
Michelle Simonal,
Marmalade,
Lalann,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Ponytail,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
One Last Wish,
The Doors,
Kayak,
The Neon Judgement,
Royal Trux,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
Soft Cell,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cameo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Yazoo,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Schoolly D,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Niagra,
Soul II Soul,
June Days,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.