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 Suriname and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Scott Walker to the punk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
The Birthday Party,
Isaac Hayes,
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
Symarip,
Tomorrow,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
The Vogues,
The United States of America,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
CMW,
Crooked Eye,
The Pop Group,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Bobby Byrd,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Model 500,
Skarface,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
Max Romeo,
Joey Negro,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
Scion,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
Youth Brigade,
Brick,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
The Sound,
Reagan Youth,
David McCallum,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.