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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Cramps to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Brick,
The Move,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
Clear Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cecil Taylor,
Neu!,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
The Smiths,
The Count Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Y Pants,
Darondo,
Second Layer,
Judy Mowatt,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
The Vogues,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
David McCallum,
Ossler,
Amon Düül II,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
Porter Ricks,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Wells,
The Evens,
Quadrant,
Sixth Finger,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Amon Düül,
Ituana,
Brass Construction,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.