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 Liechtenstein and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Suburban Knight to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
Agitation Free,
Drexciya,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fuzztones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
The Standells,
Sound Behaviour,
Jandek,
Scion,
Bill Wells,
Junior Murvin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Schoolly D,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
Royal Trux,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The United States of America,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Holt,
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
Bob Dylan,
Kerri Chandler,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
Television Personalities,
Jawbox,
MC5,
Masters at Work,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Byrd,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.