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 India and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Mad Mike,
Scott Walker,
Joensuu 1685,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nils Olav,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Green,
The Gories,
Nick Fraelich,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fluxion,
The Beau Brummels,
Interpol,
The Standells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Average White Band,
Barrington Levy,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
The Music Machine,
Radiohead,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joey Negro,
The Gladiators,
U.S. Maple,
Essential Logic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Womack,
Letta Mbulu,
Q65,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
Albert Ayler,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sonics,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.