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 Paraguay and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the techno 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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Throbbing Gristle,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
Blossom Toes,
E-Dancer,
Steve Hackett,
Anthony Braxton,
Swans,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Remains,
the Sonics,
Black Pus,
The Grass Roots,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Model 500,
the Fania All-Stars,
JFA,
John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Piero Umiliani,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
The Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bill Near,
ABC,
Mars,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Franke,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Christie,
John Foxx,
Boz Scaggs,
Barrington Levy,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
Vainqueur,
Althea and Donna,
Los Fastidios,
New York Dolls,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
The Gories,
The Gun Club,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
Khruangbin,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.