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 Georgia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Techniques to the grunge 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
Stiv Bators,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Mills,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Q65,
The Real Kids,
Sun Ra,
The Gun Club,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Juan Atkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
Buzzcocks,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
Erasure,
Laurel Aitken,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Metal Thangz,
Boredoms,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Leaves,
CMW,
Derrick May,
Rod Modell,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
Gang of Four,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun City Girls,
Fear,
Lindisfarne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.