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 Namibia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 ABC to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
Interpol,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swans,
Ponytail,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Iggy Pop,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
Agent Orange,
The Doors,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Basic Channel,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
PIL,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Stiv Bators,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Japan,
Bronski Beat,
Bush Tetras,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
Amon Düül II,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Yellowson,
Can,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
Gang Green,
Donny Hathaway,
K-Klass,
The Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.