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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Chris Corsano to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barrington Levy,
Morten Harket,
Livin' Joy,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
Anakelly,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Enemy,
Sex Pistols,
Nirvana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Five Americans,
Joey Negro,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pretty Things,
Joyce Sims,
David McCallum,
Urselle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eric Dolphy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Neu!,
Anthony Braxton,
Sandy B,
Patti Smith,
F. McDonald,
Eve St. Jones,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
The Busters,
Ituana,
The Smoke,
Pierre Henry,
Alton Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Wasted Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Last Poets,
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
Fear,
Peter and Kerry,
Harmonia,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Bowie,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.