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 Senegal and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Flamin' Groovies to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
Piero Umiliani,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Tremeloes,
Reagan Youth,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
Underground Resistance,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dennis Brown,
The Move,
Swans,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
Morten Harket,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Depeche Mode,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
Sun City Girls,
Maleditus Sound,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
John Holt,
The Cowsills,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tim Buckley,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
Pulsallama,
Kaleidoscope,
John Coltrane,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Nirvana,
Main Source,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
Funkadelic,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.