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 Mali and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin 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 Albert Ayler to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
Sam Rivers,
a-ha,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
MDC,
Dave Gahan,
Lower 48,
Brick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Heaven 17,
Soulsonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Wings,
The Doobie Brothers,
Qualms,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
PIL,
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Graham Central Station,
Drexciya,
Nils Olav,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Real Kids,
John Cale,
Maleditus Sound,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tubeway Army,
Quantec,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Audionom,
The Cure,
Black Sheep,
Chris & Cosey,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ponytail,
Grauzone,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.