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 South Africa and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 ABC to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Gories,
Gang Green,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
Niagra,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
The Birthday Party,
Royal Trux,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Kerrie Biddell,
EPMD,
Slave,
Lucky Dragons,
Kaleidoscope,
The Count Five,
The Real Kids,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Camberwell Now,
Joensuu 1685,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
Livin' Joy,
The Five Americans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eurythmics,
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
the Sonics,
T.S.O.L.,
Boz Scaggs,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
The Searchers,
Amazonics,
Oblivians,
The Mojo Men,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.