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 Australia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Trumans Water to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
The Divine Comedy,
Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fugazi,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Amon Düül II,
Maleditus Sound,
Panda Bear,
Little Man,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Livin' Joy,
Black Sheep,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anakelly,
Altered Images,
Cal Tjader,
Bauhaus,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rapeman,
Talk Talk,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
Quando Quango,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
Grauzone,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Blake Baxter,
Excepter,
Gichy Dan,
The Cowsills,
Average White Band,
Chris Corsano,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Matthew Halsall,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lungfish,
This Heat,
Patti Smith,
Joey Negro,
These Immortal Souls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
Bill Wells,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.