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 Ivory Coast and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Siglo XX to the funk 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Arab on Radar,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Birthday Party,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
Camberwell Now,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
Pierre Henry,
Kas Product,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
Tubeway Army,
The Cowsills,
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
Laurel Aitken,
Fugazi,
Hashim,
The Blackbyrds,
Mandrill,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
The Black Dice,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Organ,
Alison Limerick,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Masters at Work,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
Buzzcocks,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.