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 Mongolia and from Shanghai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
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 Henry Cow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Motorama,
Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Vladislav Delay,
Joe Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Sam Rivers,
Max Romeo,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tommy Roe,
Outsiders,
Fela Kuti,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
James White and The Blacks,
The American Breed,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Pop Group,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Davy DMX,
Rotary Connection,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shoche,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
The Walker Brothers,
Swans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
World's Most,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television Personalities,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
Y Pants,
John Foxx,
U.S. Maple,
Deakin,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.