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 Gabon and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 ABBA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
Brick,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
Spandau Ballet,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
Delta 5,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
Black Flag,
Iggy Pop,
Accadde A,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
The Red Krayola,
Ponytail,
Radiopuhelimet,
Con Funk Shun,
Jandek,
The Count Five,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faraquet,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oneida,
Sixth Finger,
Quando Quango,
Kas Product,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.