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 Andorra and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Drive Like Jehu to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Deepchord,
Sällskapet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ken Boothe,
Ludus,
Brass Construction,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Intrusion,
Masters at Work,
Country Teasers,
X-102,
The Names,
Faraquet,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
Harpers Bizarre,
Funkadelic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
Iggy Pop,
Wings,
Liliput,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
Public Image Ltd.,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
Skaos,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bronski Beat,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heaven 17,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
CMW,
Pole,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
Brand Nubian,
Unwound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Knickerbockers,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Gichy Dan,
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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.