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 Sudan and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Lower 48 to the grunge 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Yaz,
June Days,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Wake,
The Busters,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
Model 500,
Babytalk,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire,
F. McDonald,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
cv313,
the Sonics,
Darondo,
Faraquet,
The Smoke,
The Pop Group,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Normal,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
David Axelrod,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
KRS-One,
Oblivians,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric Copeland,
Todd Terry,
H. Thieme,
Bush Tetras,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.