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 Kiribati 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Interpol to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sällskapet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Suburban Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Music Machine,
Bang On A Can,
Blossom Toes,
Quadrant,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
L. Decosne,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brass Construction,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
Graham Central Station,
Sexual Harrassment,
Prince Buster,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Moleskins,
Lightning Bolt,
X-101,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Amon Düül,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sound Behaviour,
Marine Girls,
the Normal,
Soul Sonic Force,
R.M.O.,
Vladislav Delay,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
In Retrospect,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.