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 Armenia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Urselle to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
Aswad,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
The Knickerbockers,
Bronski Beat,
Tears for Fears,
The Mummies,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
Bill Near,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
The Cowsills,
Harpers Bizarre,
Procol Harum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
Q and Not U,
Faust,
These Immortal Souls,
Suicide,
Jandek,
David Axelrod,
Hot Snakes,
Jawbox,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Moon,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
Youth Brigade,
Banda Bassotti,
Television Personalities,
Toni Rubio,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül,
Man Eating Sloth,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pylon,
cv313,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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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.