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 Lithuania and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 The Misunderstood to the punk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
June of 44,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television Personalities,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Wake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
E-Dancer,
Panda Bear,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
Infiniti,
Mad Mike,
F. McDonald,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fluxion,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
Buzzcocks,
Bad Manners,
Black Sheep,
Bill Near,
MC5,
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ituana,
Stereo Dub,
Girls At Our Best!,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
Interpol,
The Standells,
Public Image Ltd.,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Count Five,
The Trojans,
Soulsonic Force,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
Zero Boys,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.