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 Gabon and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Franke,
Crispy Ambulance,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
The Mummies,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express,
Khruangbin,
Ice-T,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
New York Dolls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Byrd,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
Terry Callier,
Sällskapet,
Jawbox,
the Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Newcleus,
Young Marble Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cymande,
Cheater Slicks,
The Stooges,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
The Detroit Cobras,
Charles Mingus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pulsallama,
Agitation Free,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
MDC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks,
Man Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Television,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gong,
Black Flag,
Camouflage,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.