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 Laos and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord 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 Joe Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Visage,
Ornette Coleman,
The United States of America,
Joe Finger,
Kayak,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Kas Product,
Absolute Body Control,
Lower 48,
Dead Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
The Beau Brummels,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Ossler,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joensuu 1685,
Minnie Riperton,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare,
The Sonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobby Byrd,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
Young Marble Giants,
Harry Pussy,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
Stetsasonic,
Bad Manners,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Slits,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gang Green,
Derrick May,
The Last Poets,
David Bowie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jeru the Damaja,
Main Source,
Deakin,
Monolake,
Blake Baxter,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.