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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Magazine to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
The Moody Blues,
Sam Rivers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
Vladislav Delay,
Maurizio,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dawn Penn,
PIL,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Lower 48,
Parry Music,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
Yellowson,
Shoche,
Niagra,
Junior Murvin,
Maleditus Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Royal Trux,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Erasure,
Robert Görl,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
Los Fastidios,
Sound Behaviour,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.