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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Sister Nancy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Spoonie Gee,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Sherman,
X-102,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Normal,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Half Japanese,
Nirvana,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
Au Pairs,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
John Coltrane,
Blancmange,
Youth Brigade,
Derrick May,
DNA,
Skarface,
The Red Krayola,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Don Cherry,
World's Most,
Radio Birdman,
David Axelrod,
Neil Young,
Das Ding,
Colin Newman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
Lindisfarne,
Barrington Levy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dawn Penn,
X-Ray Spex,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Teasers,
Zero Boys,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.