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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 organ 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats 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 a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
Lower 48,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Toasters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nico,
OOIOO,
Outsiders,
The Gap Band,
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
Carl Craig,
Adolescents,
The Gun Club,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
Donny Hathaway,
Maleditus Sound,
The Kinks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
The J.B.'s,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Wake,
Infiniti,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
Accadde A,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joe Smooth,
Laurel Aitken,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.