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 Tanzania 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Henry Cow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Association,
The Zeros,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
Moebius,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
Junior Murvin,
The Searchers,
Wolf Eyes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
Erasure,
Brothers Johnson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barrington Levy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fat Boys,
The Martian,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
Buzzcocks,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Terry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
The Durutti Column,
The Mighty Diamonds,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalann,
Vladislav Delay,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
Terry Callier,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
Nico,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
Bill Near,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Sneak,
The Dead C,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.