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 Namibia and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
Public Enemy,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Jandek,
Shoche,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mr. Review,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
The Smoke,
Nirvana,
Funkadelic,
Slave,
Little Man,
Jeff Mills,
The Angels of Light,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
Yellowson,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Moebius,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Accadde A,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
PIL,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Smog,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.