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 Romania and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Icehouse 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Neu!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
Quando Quango,
Mars,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
Flipper,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
Alphaville,
Fugazi,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tim Buckley,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
Sex Pistols,
Silicon Teens,
The Motions,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most,
Terry Callier,
The Last Poets,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
The Blues Magoos,
Das Ding,
Laurel Aitken,
Sight & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
This Heat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
cv313,
The Skatalites,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.