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 Saudi Arabia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
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 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Soul Sonic Force to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
Tubeway Army,
Essential Logic,
The Durutti Column,
Quadrant,
Donald Byrd,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nas,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Malaria!,
Bauhaus,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Scientists,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens,
F. McDonald,
The American Breed,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sonics,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hasil Adkins,
Fear,
Faraquet,
David McCallum,
Little Man,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
Glenn Branca,
Max Romeo,
Hardrive,
Jacques Brel,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Zero Boys,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.