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 Fiji and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Massinfluence to the rap 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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Yazoo,
Matthew Bourne,
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
Public Enemy,
Essential Logic,
the Slits,
Audionom,
The Misunderstood,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
Skriet,
Steve Hackett,
Stockholm Monsters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
Blake Baxter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
John Cale,
Brick,
Hoover,
The Searchers,
New Order,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joy Division,
Sex Pistols,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
Freddie Wadling,
Jesper Dahlback,
Intrusion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Martian,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.