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 Iraq and from Lagos.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Boredoms to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mandrill,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Soft Machine,
World's Most,
Kas Product,
Bad Manners,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visage,
Ituana,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
Hot Snakes,
Aloha Tigers,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Wake,
Eric Dolphy,
Country Teasers,
Sun City Girls,
the Normal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Buzzcocks,
Pantaleimon,
Deadbeat,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
Marc Almond,
Oneida,
Magazine,
Junior Murvin,
Goldenarms,
Ken Boothe,
Stiv Bators,
Symarip,
Little Man,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.