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 United Kingdom and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
Alice Coltrane,
Shoche,
Basic Channel,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun City Girls,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moleskins,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
Magma,
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band,
Brass Construction,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lungfish,
Chris Corsano,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
The Toasters,
Grey Daturas,
Skarface,
PIL,
Fad Gadget,
ABC,
Janne Schatter,
Scientists,
Average White Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Aswad,
the Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Motorama,
Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
A Certain Ratio,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
Excepter,
New York Dolls,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.