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 Argentina and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the crunk 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
the Soft Cell,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
Beasts of Bourbon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Maurizio,
The Sound,
Popol Vuh,
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
Simply Red,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reuben Wilson,
Audionom,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Victims,
The Martian,
Smog,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Terry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Moon,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
Drexciya,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Harmonia,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wolf Eyes,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
Johnny Clarke,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
The Remains,
Amon Düül II,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.