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 Papua New Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 Mars to the electroclash 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Pagans,
Gang of Four,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
Suicide,
Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Flamin' Groovies,
Glenn Branca,
Subhumans,
CMW,
The Buckinghams,
The Names,
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lou Reed,
the Sonics,
The Birthday Party,
Yaz,
Alice Coltrane,
Easy Going,
Jandek,
Siglo XX,
Fad Gadget,
The Selecter,
K-Klass,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maurizio,
Kaleidoscope,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
Suburban Knight,
Davy DMX,
Harry Pussy,
Trumans Water,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Clarke,
Zero Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aural Exciters,
Panda Bear,
MC5,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yazoo,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.