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 Antigua and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 UT to the electroclash 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
Pere Ubu,
Smog,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
John Cale,
Ituana,
Skarface,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
Adolescents,
Junior Murvin,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
The Fall,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultravox,
The Doors,
The Happenings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neu!,
Isaac Hayes,
The Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
Rosa Yemen,
Blossom Toes,
Brick,
John Lydon,
Pantaleimon,
The Techniques,
The Black Dice,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
Amon Düül II,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
ABBA,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
Infiniti,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.