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 St Lucia and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Soul II Soul to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ 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 guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
X-102,
Malaria!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Black Dice,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
CMW,
Tim Buckley,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scratch Acid,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
Tropical Tobacco,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roger Hodgson,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantytec,
Gerry Rafferty,
Al Stewart,
Scrapy,
Porter Ricks,
Marvin Gaye,
Prince Buster,
Unrelated Segments,
Neu!,
Davy DMX,
The Knickerbockers,
Whodini,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
The Gories,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
Absolute Body Control,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Juan Atkins,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.