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 Guatemala and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the disco 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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach,
Harry Pussy,
Gang Starr,
Cal Tjader,
David Axelrod,
Minny Pops,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Siglo XX,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Funky Four + One,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rekid,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Green,
Niagra,
Lindisfarne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Glambeats Corp.,
Isaac Hayes,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
Kas Product,
Graham Central Station,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Prince Buster,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Halsall,
Faraquet,
The Misunderstood,
Albert Ayler,
Aural Exciters,
Goldenarms,
Pere Ubu,
Reagan Youth,
Lakeside,
Maurizio,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
cv313,
Faust,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.