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 Malaysia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Blackbyrds,
Josef K,
Hashim,
Kayak,
The Gladiators,
Albert Ayler,
Sixth Finger,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
Yellowson,
Quando Quango,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Sight & Sound,
The Vogues,
Swell Maps,
Freddie Wadling,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June of 44,
Godley & Creme,
John Holt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tubeway Army,
Aloha Tigers,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
Jesper Dahlback,
Little Man,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
K-Klass,
Marc Almond,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
OOIOO,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Blues Magoos,
Hasil Adkins,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.