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 Belize 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Searchers to the rock 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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and an organ 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 arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Young Rascals,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Ronan,
The Durutti Column,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Evens,
Grauzone,
Rotary Connection,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Steve Hackett,
the Association,
The Residents,
Warren Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Marc Almond,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
Aaron Thompson,
Icehouse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Eli Mardock,
A Certain Ratio,
Blancmange,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran,
Joe Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
ABC,
Arab on Radar,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jandek,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Vogues,
The Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
MDC,
Pantytec,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
cv313,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deakin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.