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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zero Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
Jawbox,
The Fire Engines,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric Copeland,
Harmonia,
The Cure,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
The United States of America,
Country Teasers,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
The Evens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dead Boys,
the Association,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
The American Breed,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
The Knickerbockers,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Cell,
Deakin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swell Maps,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.