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 Andorra and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swans to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nirvana,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New York Dolls,
The Young Rascals,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arcadia,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Surgeon,
Whodini,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
Organ,
Funkadelic,
China Crisis,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
Black Bananas,
Derrick Morgan,
Pylon,
Niagra,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Avey Tare,
Outsiders,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
Visage,
Marmalade,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
Intrusion,
The Music Machine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
Sonic Youth,
The Mummies,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.