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 Ivory Coast and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
Spandau Ballet,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
The Real Kids,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Symarip,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
The Golliwogs,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
This Heat,
Bill Wells,
Average White Band,
The Stooges,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
The Alarm Clocks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
Infiniti,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Man Parrish,
Amon Düül II,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
Kerri Chandler,
U.S. Maple,
Sarah Menescal,
The Black Dice,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.