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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Wally Richardson to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Smog,
John Cale,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
Sugar Minott,
The Walker Brothers,
Con Funk Shun,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun City Girls,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
June Days,
Henry Cow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roger Hodgson,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Womack,
Flipper,
Hoover,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
H. Thieme,
Eric Dolphy,
The Zeros,
Urselle,
The Doors,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
Hashim,
MC5,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.