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 Tunisia and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Reagan Youth to the techno 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
The Remains,
a-ha,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
Delon & Dalcan,
Brand Nubian,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacob Miller,
Sonic Youth,
The Standells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fela Kuti,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
Circle Jerks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Parrish,
Newcleus,
Al Stewart,
MC5,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
Cal Tjader,
The Monks,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic,
Brass Construction,
Sandy B,
Bill Near,
The Mummies,
Average White Band,
L. Decosne,
Easy Going,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Yazoo,
Massinfluence,
H. Thieme,
Warsaw,
Qualms,
The Evens,
Mars,
the Bar-Kays,
AZ,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Visage,
Quantec,
The Index,
Pantytec,
Cluster,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.