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 Nepal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Kas Product,
Minutemen,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Hill,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Danielle Patucci,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
Neu!,
Desert Stars,
Nas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
Von Mondo,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Franke,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
a-ha,
Erasure,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moody Blues,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
The Smoke,
Essential Logic,
Warren Ellis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Skarface,
R.M.O.,
Lungfish,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
Quantec,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.