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 San Marino and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Tommy Roe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
Deadbeat,
Al Stewart,
Mr. Review,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roy Ayers,
Ice-T,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joe Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric B and Rakim,
DJ Sneak,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
Ronan,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks,
ABC,
Warsaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
Brand Nubian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bush Tetras,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Pus,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Kayak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.