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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sixth Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young,
Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lower 48,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Techniques,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie,
Bob Dylan,
Wolf Eyes,
Rosa Yemen,
Sarah Menescal,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fire Engines,
Au Pairs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fall,
The Smoke,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun City Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hasil Adkins,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Womack,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
Aloha Tigers,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.