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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Rod Modell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Symarip,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stiv Bators,
Al Stewart,
the Slits,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Womack,
Dark Day,
Deepchord,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
Swans,
The Seeds,
Chrome,
Television Personalities,
Brick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Barry Ungar,
The Neon Judgement,
Peter & Gordon,
Bob Dylan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
Ice-T,
K-Klass,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
Throbbing Gristle,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
The Cowsills,
The Real Kids,
Patti Smith,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
Flash Fearless,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warren Ellis,
Technova,
Joyce Sims,
Index,
The Slackers,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.