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 South Sudan 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 T.S.O.L. to the punk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Johnny Clarke,
10cc,
Zero Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
Stockholm Monsters,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
Lucky Dragons,
Mandrill,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
Symarip,
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
The Gun Club,
the Swans,
Interpol,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doors,
Moby Grape,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
Franke,
Newcleus,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Organ,
The Techniques,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
Minnie Riperton,
Severed Heads,
Al Stewart,
Fear,
The Martian,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brick,
Scion,
Pussy Galore,
Echospace,
John Holt,
John Foxx,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.