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 Bhutan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Los Fastidios to the electroclash 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Jacques Brel,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
Minutemen,
the Human League,
Altered Images,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Glenn Branca,
Index,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sam Rivers,
The Walker Brothers,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Swans,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hashim,
The American Breed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
Second Layer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
MDC,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Osbourne,
Robert Wyatt,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
Shoche,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABBA,
Heaven 17,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
Sarah Menescal,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.