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 Haiti and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Lakeside,
Radio Birdman,
Cecil Taylor,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
The Cramps,
10cc,
New Order,
Archie Shepp,
Arcadia,
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
Morten Harket,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blues Magoos,
Q65,
The Fuzztones,
Main Source,
Wasted Youth,
Carl Craig,
The Offenders,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
Whodini,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ice-T,
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Niagra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
Spoonie Gee,
Sight & Sound,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
The Birthday Party,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.