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 Belarus and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Litter to the jazz 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Livin' Joy,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
Bob Dylan,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
David Axelrod,
The Victims,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Ituana,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fall,
PIL,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dave Clark Five,
10cc,
Pantytec,
The Velvet Underground,
Tom Boy,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Los Fastidios,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
Unwound,
Avey Tare,
The Blackbyrds,
Ponytail,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
Graham Central Station,
Sparks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Von Mondo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lalo Schifrin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maleditus Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Smooth,
Unrelated Segments,
Josef K,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.