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 Lithuania and from Paris.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the organ 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
The Index,
UT,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
Babytalk,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Green,
Terrestrial Tones,
Wally Richardson,
The Fuzztones,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Scion,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Holt,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare,
The Zeros,
Andrew Hill,
Marcia Griffiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
the Sonics,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
K-Klass,
Whodini,
The Trojans,
Talk Talk,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.