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 Sweden and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Theoretical Girls to the rap 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Colin Newman,
The Names,
Donald Byrd,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Five Americans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
The Zeros,
Bluetip,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
K-Klass,
Franke,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
The Smoke,
Spoonie Gee,
Boz Scaggs,
Gichy Dan,
Erasure,
Derrick May,
Lindisfarne,
the Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rakim,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scan 7,
Peter and Kerry,
The Saints,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
Parry Music,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed,
DJ Sneak,
Chris & Cosey,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
Television Personalities,
June Days,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Erykah Badu,
Porter Ricks,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
The Music Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.