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 India and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Iggy Pop to the dance 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Roxy Music,
The Golliwogs,
Man Parrish,
Section 25,
Ponytail,
Niagra,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
Lucky Dragons,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
The New Christs,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Khruangbin,
Andrew Hill,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
the Association,
The Count Five,
Blake Baxter,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Zeros,
Michelle Simonal,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scion,
Yellowson,
Kerri Chandler,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
Goldenarms,
Quando Quango,
Drive Like Jehu,
Siglo XX,
Dead Boys,
Desert Stars,
Black Moon,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Five Americans,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.