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 Bangladesh and from Copenhagen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Warren Ellis to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
ABBA,
Matthew Bourne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
X-101,
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid,
The Count Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris Corsano,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Nils Olav,
Glenn Branca,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lalann,
Organ,
Pole,
The Kinks,
Ten City,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Star Department,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sound Behaviour,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
The Smiths,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Crooked Eye,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Anthony Braxton,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.