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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Associates to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
Warsaw,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
U.S. Maple,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
Yazoo,
Urselle,
Bauhaus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Faust,
The Sound,
Ohio Players,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harry Pussy,
Trumans Water,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
Black Bananas,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
Niagra,
The Last Poets,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joensuu 1685,
Malaria!,
The New Christs,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
The Angels of Light,
Gang Green,
Tim Buckley,
Sun City Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Little Man,
The Happenings,
Fluxion,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang of Four,
The Birthday Party,
Excepter,
Rotary Connection,
Albert Ayler,
R.M.O.,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.