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 Guatemala and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 MDC to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
The Seeds,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gladiators,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Angels of Light,
Grauzone,
Rosa Yemen,
Vladislav Delay,
World's Most,
Kurtis Blow,
Deakin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mr. Review,
Stereo Dub,
The Gories,
Joy Division,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Finger,
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
The Real Kids,
Whodini,
The Black Dice,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quando Quango,
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
Magazine,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.