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 Poland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
DNA,
Gang Green,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Wyatt,
Rites of Spring,
Oneida,
the Germs,
Roger Hodgson,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Gap Band,
Gang of Four,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Moleskins,
Buzzcocks,
The Move,
Trumans Water,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roxette,
Peter & Gordon,
Skriet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Technova,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Sheep,
Au Pairs,
Camberwell Now,
Sonic Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
48th St. Collective,
Patti Smith,
Altered Images,
Organ,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
Andrew Hill,
Ten City,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Bar-Kays,
Unwound,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
The Toasters,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.