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 Tanzania and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 The Grass Roots to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Michelle Simonal,
The Names,
Hoover,
The Fall,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Piero Umiliani,
Slick Rick,
Darondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Depeche Mode,
Stetsasonic,
Patti Smith,
Harmonia,
New York Dolls,
In Retrospect,
Minor Threat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boredoms,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Althea and Donna,
Negative Approach,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
Freddie Wadling,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
Kenny Larkin,
Von Mondo,
Index,
T. Rex,
Parry Music,
Monolake,
Rakim,
Joey Negro,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
Hot Snakes,
World's Most,
Visage,
the Germs,
Quantec,
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
UT,
The Standells,
Jesper Dahlback,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.