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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Sixth Finger to the punk 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
Eden Ahbez,
Pet Shop Boys,
Procol Harum,
Qualms,
The Cure,
Audionom,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scion,
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
The Neon Judgement,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
Arcadia,
Idris Muhammad,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Görl,
Flamin' Groovies,
La Düsseldorf,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cameo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Don Cherry,
Glenn Branca,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
The Monks,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harmonia,
EPMD,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
Ralphi Rosario,
Von Mondo,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Zeros,
The Divine Comedy,
Avey Tare,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.