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 France and from Philadelphia.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Robert Hood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
Can,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
Marine Girls,
Royal Trux,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
Kaleidoscope,
Qualms,
Thee Headcoats,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan,
Skaos,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ossler,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
Organ,
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
The Pop Group,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Lynne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells,
Terrestrial Tones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Davy DMX,
Silicon Teens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Khruangbin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.