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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Leonard Cohen to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Saccharine Trust,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes,
Pylon,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eurythmics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
Index,
Icehouse,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Style,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
Bob Dylan,
Sun City Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
Technova,
Roxette,
Bootsy Collins,
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
Cluster,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
Tropical Tobacco,
Glenn Branca,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
The Skatalites,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub,
Rod Modell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ornette Coleman,
The Standells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.