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 Laos and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
Intrusion,
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
Lungfish,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
Ornette Coleman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Oblivians,
The Music Machine,
Franke,
Ponytail,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Moebius,
Index,
Rufus Thomas,
Reagan Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
Anakelly,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
Alton Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Anthony Braxton,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Maleditus Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
The Techniques,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
MDC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.