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 Fiji and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Glenn Branca to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Chrome,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
The Moody Blues,
The Slits,
10cc,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Accadde A,
Max Romeo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
Black Pus,
The Motions,
Outsiders,
X-102,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Jandek,
Brick,
Lower 48,
Deadbeat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
New Order,
Bush Tetras,
The Velvet Underground,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
Visage,
June Days,
Guru Guru,
Television,
Rod Modell,
Gichy Dan,
AZ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Black Flag,
Model 500,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.