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 Azerbaijan and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 The Cramps to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Circle Jerks,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sun City Girls,
Animal Collective,
The Doors,
Agent Orange,
X-102,
Black Sheep,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Christie,
Mo-Dettes,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick May,
Black Bananas,
Groovy Waters,
Yaz,
Rotary Connection,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne,
The Cowsills,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
Smog,
Eden Ahbez,
Sight & Sound,
Patti Smith,
Parry Music,
The Remains,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Mad Mike,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cure,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pylon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joy Division,
Janne Schatter,
Echospace,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül II,
Barbara Tucker,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.