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 Turkmenistan and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Ornette Coleman to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
Saccharine Trust,
the Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Faust,
Oblivians,
Sam Rivers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Aloha Tigers,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Second Layer,
Gong,
the Normal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hoover,
Von Mondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
the Association,
Suicide,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
The Remains,
Intrusion,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marmalade,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
Banda Bassotti,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
Arcadia,
Anthony Braxton,
Radio Birdman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
Connie Case,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
Erasure,
FM Einheit,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.