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 Mauritius and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 PIL to the grunge 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
Motorama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
The Fugs,
The Doors,
Marine Girls,
Saccharine Trust,
Fluxion,
The Star Department,
Roxette,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
Barbara Tucker,
cv313,
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pere Ubu,
Urselle,
Lyres,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Television Personalities,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
Qualms,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
Scan 7,
EPMD,
E-Dancer,
Nation of Ulysses,
Oblivians,
John Cale,
Pylon,
T. Rex,
Mr. Review,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
The Kinks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bauhaus,
the Association,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.