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 Peru and from Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Amon Düül II. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
Faraquet,
The Selecter,
Swans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mr. Review,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scan 7,
the Germs,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
Procol Harum,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
The Black Dice,
Parry Music,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Scratch Acid,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Nas,
Cheater Slicks,
Amon Düül II,
Henry Cow,
Joe Finger,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
Nils Olav,
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
Iggy Pop,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Agent Orange,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Görl,
Fear,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonic Youth,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.