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 Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Minnie Riperton,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
The Busters,
Livin' Joy,
Chris Corsano,
Massinfluence,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ponytail,
The Velvet Underground,
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
Harry Pussy,
Alison Limerick,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Arab on Radar,
Television,
The Doors,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nico,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
The Fortunes,
Excepter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
The Slits,
Royal Trux,
Little Man,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Association,
The Sisters of Mercy,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.