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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Can to the electroclash 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Albert Ayler,
John Coltrane,
Rufus Thomas,
Deakin,
8 Eyed Spy,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lucky Dragons,
Audionom,
Dennis Brown,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harry Pussy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
Blossom Toes,
Pussy Galore,
Panda Bear,
Adolescents,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
The Count Five,
Model 500,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bob Dylan,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
Liliput,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.