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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the disco 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
These Immortal Souls,
The Birthday Party,
Howard Jones,
The Barracudas,
Livin' Joy,
Marine Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q and Not U,
Fugazi,
Magazine,
New Age Steppers,
Gil Scott Heron,
T.S.O.L.,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cecil Taylor,
The Names,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Glenn Branca,
Visage,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Procol Harum,
The Doobie Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Association,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Youth Brigade,
Parry Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
the Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül,
Basic Channel,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
PIL,
The Victims,
Pylon,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.