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 Estonia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 chamberlin 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 Thee Headcoats to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
The Index,
CMW,
Ultravox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vainqueur,
Iggy Pop,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
Dark Day,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
The Standells,
Depeche Mode,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stereo Dub,
Delta 5,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Real Kids,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
Deakin,
The Knickerbockers,
The Evens,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Wally Richardson,
Lightning Bolt,
Suicide,
Grey Daturas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül,
Joe Smooth,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wolf Eyes,
Country Teasers,
Sight & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.