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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Morten Harket to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
X-102,
Gong,
R.M.O.,
Dark Day,
Barbara Tucker,
John Holt,
The Mummies,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marcia Griffiths,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
Ohio Players,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Amazonics,
Newcleus,
Eric Copeland,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
The Toasters,
Jacob Miller,
Audionom,
Joe Smooth,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scientists,
Sandy B,
Blake Baxter,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
Oblivians,
Suburban Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Animal Collective,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
Stereo Dub,
Sixth Finger,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
8 Eyed Spy,
A Certain Ratio,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
EPMD,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.