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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the snare 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 Alison Limerick to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Wyatt,
Slave,
Tommy Roe,
Unwound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Depeche Mode,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
Harry Pussy,
Swell Maps,
Crooked Eye,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
DNA,
Television Personalities,
Roxette,
Intrusion,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
Minutemen,
Bill Near,
Skaos,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
a-ha,
Model 500,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bauhaus,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Reed,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fugazi,
Marc Almond,
D'Angelo,
The Smiths,
Lightning Bolt,
Crispy Ambulance,
Patti Smith,
Sexual Harrassment,
Make Up,
The Slits,
Q65,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.