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 Sweden 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bill Near to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
Reuben Wilson,
The Real Kids,
Ten City,
David McCallum,
The Gories,
The Walker Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
Steve Hackett,
Ralphi Rosario,
Parry Music,
Soulsonic Force,
Model 500,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
The Victims,
The Gap Band,
Darondo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Aswad,
Duran Duran,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Cale,
Rosa Yemen,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Electric Prunes,
The Associates,
Vainqueur,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Second Layer,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
Fluxion,
John Foxx,
Swans,
Quantec,
The Mummies,
Al Stewart,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
The Litter,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.