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 Austria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Standells,
The Durutti Column,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Human League,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
Brick,
The Techniques,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
the Germs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sight & Sound,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
Essential Logic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
Ludus,
Gang of Four,
Pere Ubu,
Sarah Menescal,
The Star Department,
Nico,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
Harry Pussy,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
Massinfluence,
The Evens,
Excepter,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.