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 Antigua and from Bremen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Boredoms to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Nils Olav,
U.S. Maple,
Smog,
Lalann,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New York Dolls,
OOIOO,
The Techniques,
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
Gong,
Bootsy Collins,
John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Sixth Finger,
Davy DMX,
Kerri Chandler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Fraelich,
Tres Demented,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Goldenarms,
The Litter,
Scion,
Supertramp,
Johnny Clarke,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spoonie Gee,
Lyres,
the Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Max Romeo,
cv313,
Erasure,
Tubeway Army,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
John Holt,
Isaac Hayes,
Zapp,
Skriet,
Intrusion,
Wasted Youth,
The Velvet Underground,
Yaz,
Robert Wyatt,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cybotron,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swans,
Jandek,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.