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 Manila.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Lower 48 to the punk 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cameo,
The Smoke,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Move,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Angels of Light,
Simply Red,
The Tremeloes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Siglo XX,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lalo Schifrin,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
Talk Talk,
Morten Harket,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Bar-Kays,
The Black Dice,
The Velvet Underground,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker,
Von Mondo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
KRS-One,
Brick,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
Sight & Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Nas,
Roxy Music,
Underground Resistance,
Rod Modell,
Ituana,
The Moleskins,
David Bowie,
Quando Quango,
Boredoms,
Electric Prunes,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Fear,
Con Funk Shun,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.