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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Neon Judgement to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Leonard Cohen,
Simply Red,
Henry Cow,
Sight & Sound,
Mr. Review,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Index,
JFA,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Organ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Germs,
Mark Hollis,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
The Gun Club,
The Busters,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
Country Teasers,
kango's stein massive,
Mandrill,
Lightning Bolt,
PIL,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pussy Galore,
Los Fastidios,
Saccharine Trust,
Cecil Taylor,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.