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 Ivory Coast and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Girls At Our Best! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sex Pistols,
Minor Threat,
U.S. Maple,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon,
Ronan,
Soul II Soul,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
Eve St. Jones,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
Black Moon,
Yazoo,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Skaos,
The Moleskins,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
Guru Guru,
June of 44,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
Lyres,
Lebanon Hanover,
New York Dolls,
Bluetip,
Sparks,
Josef K,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
The Litter,
Oneida,
Rhythm & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
The Slackers,
the Normal,
Con Funk Shun,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.