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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ 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 Sonic Youth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantytec,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
The Fortunes,
The Electric Prunes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
L. Decosne,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Throbbing Gristle,
D'Angelo,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joy Division,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rod Modell,
Con Funk Shun,
Porter Ricks,
Vladislav Delay,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Negative Approach,
Archie Shepp,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
Jandek,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Slave,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bob Dylan,
Excepter,
Todd Terry,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
Glenn Branca,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.