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 Poland and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kayak to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Josef K,
Ten City,
Wings,
EPMD,
Lyres,
X-101,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Michelle Simonal,
Charles Mingus,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Porter Ricks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
Tubeway Army,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Howard Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sound Behaviour,
Zero Boys,
MDC,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brass Construction,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.