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 Africa and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Radiohead to the jazz 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Loose Ends,
Scion,
Eddi Front,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Khruangbin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Brand Nubian,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
Babytalk,
Kenny Larkin,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Gap Band,
Toni Rubio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Massinfluence,
X-102,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Monks,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
Brothers Johnson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
Kayak,
Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Mo-Dettes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
Supertramp,
Ituana,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
Wally Richardson,
Kerri Chandler,
Pussy Galore,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alison Limerick,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Angels of Light,
The Durutti Column,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.