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 Botswana 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Underground Resistance to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
The J.B.'s,
The Fall,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Model 500,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Invisible,
The Barracudas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liliput,
The Leaves,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
Jawbox,
Yellowson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pussy Galore,
The Star Department,
Black Flag,
Bobby Womack,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brass Construction,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fugazi,
The Residents,
kango's stein massive,
Negative Approach,
John Foxx,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
Eli Mardock,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
Heaven 17,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Maleditus Sound,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Robert Wyatt,
Slave,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.