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 Belarus and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Pulsallama to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
X-101,
Lou Christie,
Deepchord,
Adolescents,
Crooked Eye,
The Raincoats,
Television Personalities,
The Real Kids,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
DJ Sneak,
Jandek,
Loose Ends,
Jacob Miller,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Buzzcocks,
The Buckinghams,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
Howard Jones,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Bourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
Funky Four + One,
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
The Smoke,
Althea and Donna,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
Quando Quango,
The Slits,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
Dawn Penn,
Blancmange,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Goldenarms,
The Dirtbombs,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.