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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
Joe Finger,
Swans,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
The Gun Club,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Green,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sonics,
The Cowsills,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
Model 500,
The Birthday Party,
Stockholm Monsters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ronan,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
B.T. Express,
Agitation Free,
Tubeway Army,
Tim Buckley,
Q and Not U,
The Fugs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
Darondo,
Wasted Youth,
Scott Walker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Smooth,
Niagra,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
Bobby Byrd,
Scion,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Martian,
Nirvana,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.