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 Japan and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk 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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb 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 mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Iggy Pop,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eddi Front,
The Velvet Underground,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
John Lydon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Durutti Column,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Colin Newman,
Liliput,
Dead Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
Second Layer,
Ornette Coleman,
Morten Harket,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
Marmalade,
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
L. Decosne,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Blossom Toes,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
Roger Hodgson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Outsiders,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
Todd Rundgren,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
Camberwell Now,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.