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 Ireland and from Milan.
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 Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rapeman 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DNA,
Interpol,
Unwound,
Y Pants,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
Saccharine Trust,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
The Toasters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Anakelly,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tres Demented,
Echospace,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
Carl Craig,
Anthony Braxton,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
Cameo,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
Panda Bear,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Q65,
Ultimate Spinach,
Traffic Nightmare,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spoonie Gee,
Half Japanese,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.