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 Mongolia and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Intrusion to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
Nick Fraelich,
Jawbox,
Faust,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
Talk Talk,
The Blackbyrds,
Maurizio,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
Arthur Verocai,
The Saints,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
Warren Ellis,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
Swans,
Masters at Work,
Tim Buckley,
Boredoms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
Oblivians,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
Scrapy,
Angry Samoans,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
R.M.O.,
The Doors,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Sister Nancy,
Eli Mardock,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Cell,
Q65,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.