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 Pakistan and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly,
China Crisis,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
Pole,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Smog,
Skaos,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bill Wells,
Clear Light,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
The Index,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mr. Review,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Sonics,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arthur Verocai,
Ice-T,
Graham Central Station,
Thompson Twins,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
Basic Channel,
R.M.O.,
Freddie Wadling,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Christie,
Talk Talk,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
Urselle,
Visage,
Lalo Schifrin,
Buzzcocks,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.