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 Comoros and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Dead Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
L. Decosne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
The Cowsills,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kaleidoscope,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sexual Harrassment,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Slits,
Tomorrow,
Sarah Menescal,
The Techniques,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Half Japanese,
Zapp,
The Monochrome Set,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
Jacques Brel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
Marmalade,
Flash Fearless,
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eve St. Jones,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
Interpol,
Camouflage,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
This Heat,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Black Dice,
Mars,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.