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 Kenya and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Nirvana to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Sonic Youth,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Q65,
The Divine Comedy,
The Names,
These Immortal Souls,
The Busters,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
Crime,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
Ultra Naté,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
The Searchers,
The Durutti Column,
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
David McCallum,
Nas,
Lou Reed,
The Angels of Light,
Throbbing Gristle,
Intrusion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The United States of America,
The Stooges,
Delon & Dalcan,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
The Red Krayola,
Aaron Thompson,
Aloha Tigers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Robert Wyatt,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
MC5,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.