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 Burkina and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Youth Brigade to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Frankie Knuckles,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chrome,
Clear Light,
The United States of America,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
Kayak,
Mantronix,
The Residents,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
The Dead C,
Chris & Cosey,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
Blancmange,
Jeff Mills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Amon Düül II,
Dual Sessions,
Eli Mardock,
Unrelated Segments,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Flag,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Porter Ricks,
Fad Gadget,
Smog,
Altered Images,
The Stooges,
Severed Heads,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.