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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Jakarta.
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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rock 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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
The Slackers,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mummies,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
Flamin' Groovies,
Wire,
Agitation Free,
Smog,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
H. Thieme,
The Happenings,
Magma,
The Trojans,
Gong,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
Peter and Kerry,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sun Ra,
Nirvana,
Little Man,
World's Most,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Das Ding,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Star Department,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fugs,
Dave Gahan,
The Vogues,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Slits,
Bill Wells,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sound,
Outsiders,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dual Sessions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.