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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Steve Hackett to the punk 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
The Mummies,
Maleditus Sound,
Grauzone,
MDC,
The Golliwogs,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Unrelated Segments,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
OOIOO,
Rufus Thomas,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Starr,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ludus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Half Japanese,
Liliput,
The Cowsills,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
Moby Grape,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
The Offenders,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
the Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Zapp,
Suicide,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.