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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rufus Thomas to the electroclash 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Surgeon,
The Techniques,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Move,
Agent Orange,
World's Most,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeru the Damaja,
One Last Wish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blackbyrds,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
Half Japanese,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Toni Rubio,
Graham Central Station,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Nico,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
Fat Boys,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mr. Review,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Barbara Tucker,
Dead Boys,
the Swans,
Archie Shepp,
The Monochrome Set,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
The Birthday Party,
Faraquet,
Grandmaster Flash,
Guru Guru,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
Matthew Halsall,
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.