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 Germany and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The American Breed to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lindisfarne,
Symarip,
Aswad,
The United States of America,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacques Brel,
The Last Poets,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minutemen,
Magma,
World's Most,
Jimmy McGriff,
Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Maleditus Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Albert Ayler,
H. Thieme,
Michelle Simonal,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scan 7,
John Lydon,
Sonic Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül II,
Sparks,
the Soft Cell,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Warren Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
Ludus,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.