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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Newcleus to the rap 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
Traffic Nightmare,
Donald Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Angels of Light,
Loose Ends,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
FM Einheit,
Cymande,
The Move,
Sun Ra,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
Marc Almond,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
The Grass Roots,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Smooth,
Urselle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
The Residents,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
cv313,
James White and The Blacks,
X-Ray Spex,
Nico,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Sherman,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson,
Motorama,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
Eurythmics,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
Quantec,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.