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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 Dirtbombs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
U.S. Maple,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
Ludus,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
Moss Icon,
Janne Schatter,
Cluster,
Country Teasers,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
Blake Baxter,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Michelle Simonal,
Urselle,
Alphaville,
Agitation Free,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
OOIOO,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
The Vogues,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fuzztones,
Junior Murvin,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
Lower 48,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
Hardrive,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun City Girls,
Delta 5,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kevin Saunderson,
Infiniti,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
Amon Düül II,
Tres Demented,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.