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 East Timor and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jesus and Mary Chain to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lou Reed,
Stiv Bators,
The Evens,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
Newcleus,
Gang Green,
DJ Style,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Archie Shepp,
The Mojo Men,
Swell Maps,
Camouflage,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fear,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tubeway Army,
Donny Hathaway,
Don Cherry,
Nas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dead C,
the Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Happenings,
Rufus Thomas,
a-ha,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Germs,
Ossler,
Unwound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rotary Connection,
U.S. Maple,
Bauhaus,
Section 25,
Idris Muhammad,
Yazoo,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.