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 Mongolia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 Pantaleimon to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Residents,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pussy Galore,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
World's Most,
Matthew Halsall,
Nico,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crooked Eye,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moody Blues,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Max Romeo,
Judy Mowatt,
Cluster,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
the Fania All-Stars,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
Davy DMX,
Blossom Toes,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
X-102,
Neu!,
H. Thieme,
The Searchers,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
AZ,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.