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 Belgium and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb 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 Cure to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
Bang On A Can,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
Radiopuhelimet,
Inner City,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fad Gadget,
The Doobie Brothers,
Barrington Levy,
Siglo XX,
The Gories,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Byrd,
Cluster,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Starr,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Aural Exciters,
Juan Atkins,
The Moody Blues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
Brass Construction,
Patti Smith,
Lungfish,
Radio Birdman,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
Dual Sessions,
Warren Ellis,
Essential Logic,
Cheater Slicks,
Mo-Dettes,
Urselle,
Nas,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Amazonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.