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 Bahrain and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ludus to the dance 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Copeland record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
Technova,
PIL,
Thompson Twins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Fraelich,
David Bowie,
The Smoke,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
Marc Almond,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monks,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
John Lydon,
Scott Walker,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Moebius,
Stereo Dub,
Fatback Band,
Ituana,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
Sixth Finger,
Sandy B,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Görl,
Roger Hodgson,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
Shoche,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
Japan,
New Order,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
Jawbox,
Rufus Thomas,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
T. Rex,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.