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 Sudan and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
Pantytec,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp,
Terry Callier,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jeff Mills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
Bootsy Collins,
Ronan,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Roxette,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lou Reed,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
Magazine,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smiths,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Soft Cell,
Rakim,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
The Doobie Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
Saccharine Trust,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultravox,
Wings,
Minutemen,
Max Romeo,
Amon Düül II,
Depeche Mode,
Jacques Brel,
The Moody Blues,
The Saints,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.