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 Syria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Mo-Dettes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
OOIOO,
Minny Pops,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry's Kids,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
Audionom,
Little Man,
Sandy B,
Archie Shepp,
The Vogues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lou Reed,
X-102,
The Gladiators,
The Divine Comedy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
The Misunderstood,
Jandek,
Technova,
Tears for Fears,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kevin Saunderson,
Quantec,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Amazonics,
48th St. Collective,
the Association,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Quadrant,
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
Khruangbin,
Ossler,
Grauzone,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
T. Rex,
Todd Rundgren,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Last Poets,
Scratch Acid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.