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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Wake,
The Blues Magoos,
New York Dolls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Monolake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Grass Roots,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
Quantec,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Mars,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Normal,
Delta 5,
Average White Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
Motorama,
The Gun Club,
Theoretical Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
Los Fastidios,
F. McDonald,
Warren Ellis,
Echospace,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aswad,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hoover,
Kaleidoscope,
These Immortal Souls,
Sex Pistols,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ludus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wasted Youth,
John Cale,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
Eric Dolphy,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.