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 Namibia and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
Scott Walker,
U.S. Maple,
Iggy Pop,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
John Foxx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Human League,
Soft Machine,
Rotary Connection,
The Five Americans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Girls At Our Best!,
Agent Orange,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
Tres Demented,
Gang Green,
Mission of Burma,
The Gladiators,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
Flash Fearless,
Hot Snakes,
KRS-One,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cowsills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Durutti Column,
The Smiths,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.