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 Uganda and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 Archie Shepp 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Velvet Underground,
Soulsonic Force,
The Music Machine,
Motorama,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
June of 44,
Sexual Harrassment,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
Amazonics,
The Fire Engines,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
Letta Mbulu,
Niagra,
the Association,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
Heaven 17,
Schoolly D,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
X-102,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
Organ,
The Red Krayola,
Spandau Ballet,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
Kerrie Biddell,
DNA,
the Human League,
The Wake,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Black Pus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Sarah Menescal,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
Fugazi,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
the Soft Cell,
Trumans Water,
Darondo,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.