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 Philippines and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Colin Newman 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Tom Boy,
Warren Ellis,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Schoolly D,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
Gong,
Man Parrish,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Mills,
Boredoms,
Matthew Halsall,
Grey Daturas,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
Whodini,
The Barracudas,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Icehouse,
Qualms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oneida,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Nico,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
Ultra Naté,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marmalade,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.