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 Haiti and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Amon Düül to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Michelle Simonal,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
R.M.O.,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Zero Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Smog,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
The New Christs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Metal Thangz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun Ra,
cv313,
Infiniti,
Matthew Bourne,
Deepchord,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lucky Dragons,
Crime,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultra Naté,
Colin Newman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Das Ding,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
Terry Callier,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Sight & Sound,
X-102,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rod Modell,
Agitation Free,
Faust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.