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 Syria and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Graham Central Station to the grime 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Henry Cow,
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
Marmalade,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Iggy Pop,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
DJ Sneak,
Wings,
Johnny Clarke,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
X-102,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ossler,
La Düsseldorf,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
The United States of America,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Smiths,
Joyce Sims,
Ultra Naté,
Suicide,
Janne Schatter,
The Real Kids,
The Invisible,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DNA,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.