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 Albania and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lou Christie to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Patti Smith,
Pole,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantaleimon,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
Harmonia,
The Motions,
The Evens,
Tomorrow,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Lakeside,
Audionom,
Toni Rubio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
Thee Headcoats,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Funkadelic,
The Wake,
Monks,
Niagra,
Kerri Chandler,
Sandy B,
Television,
PIL,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Porter Ricks,
Gabor Szabo,
Goldenarms,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
Dual Sessions,
Swell Maps,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.