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 Lebanon and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Agitation Free to the grime 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Joensuu 1685,
Minutemen,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Neon Judgement,
Eve St. Jones,
Whodini,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Harry Pussy,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Josef K,
The Slackers,
The Saints,
D'Angelo,
Easy Going,
Dual Sessions,
The Misunderstood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sällskapet,
The Remains,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fuzztones,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
Drexciya,
Circle Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fugazi,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Malaria!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Fraelich,
Rekid,
Country Teasers,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
Japan,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
Dead Boys,
Agitation Free,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.