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 Chad and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Dave Clark Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oblivians,
Eve St. Jones,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fall,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
The United States of America,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Amon Düül,
DJ Style,
Trumans Water,
The Monochrome Set,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
Steve Hackett,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Wyatt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
New Order,
Kenny Larkin,
Flipper,
Danielle Patucci,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Grass Roots,
Rites of Spring,
Lower 48,
Motorama,
Aswad,
Fugazi,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arthur Verocai,
ABC,
Joensuu 1685,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
Lightning Bolt,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.