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 Lesotho and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the jazz 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Leonard Cohen,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
Young Marble Giants,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Basic Channel,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
Agent Orange,
The Cure,
Soul II Soul,
cv313,
Hasil Adkins,
Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dark Day,
Faust,
Y Pants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Sheep,
The Toasters,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
Monks,
Scion,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
China Crisis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Graham Central Station,
Cal Tjader,
The Happenings,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
Brick,
The Buckinghams,
Tomorrow,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.