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 India and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Boredoms to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin 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 arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Joensuu 1685,
Connie Case,
Procol Harum,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Unrelated Segments,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
Neil Young,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
Lucky Dragons,
the Association,
Sandy B,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
Brick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
David McCallum,
New Order,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Anthony Braxton,
La Düsseldorf,
Clear Light,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Soul II Soul,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Cameo,
Simply Red,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
Unwound,
The Stooges,
Soulsonic Force,
a-ha,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
F. McDonald,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
In Retrospect,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.