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 Barbados and from Seoul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Angry Samoans to the dance 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Germs,
The Zeros,
Bill Near,
Joensuu 1685,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gabor Szabo,
Nirvana,
Unwound,
The Seeds,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
Judy Mowatt,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Invisible,
Charles Mingus,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Radiohead,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Sheep,
Sam Rivers,
The Cure,
Sparks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Carl Craig,
John Coltrane,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy Collins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.