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 Iran and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Idris Muhammad to the electroclash 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Desert Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Smog,
R.M.O.,
Harry Pussy,
Lindisfarne,
Scrapy,
Letta Mbulu,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New York Dolls,
Youth Brigade,
The Sonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Residents,
Hashim,
Bang On A Can,
Deepchord,
ABC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
X-102,
Boogie Down Productions,
Massinfluence,
Porter Ricks,
Ponytail,
Jacob Miller,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
DNA,
the Slits,
the Human League,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camberwell Now,
Das Ding,
Mandrill,
48th St. Collective,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Crime,
Kenny Larkin,
John Foxx,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
This Heat,
AZ,
Jandek,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.