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 Ivory Coast and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 La Düsseldorf to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Sonics,
Ossler,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
Cecil Taylor,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Hood,
Deadbeat,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
Rapeman,
Wally Richardson,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Beasts of Bourbon,
LL Cool J,
The Mojo Men,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pussy Galore,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
The Busters,
Adolescents,
Black Moon,
The Angels of Light,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
Severed Heads,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
10cc,
Lalann,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Marshall Jefferson,
Country Teasers,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Main Source,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tim Buckley,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arab on Radar,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.