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 Ethiopia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lower 48 to the punk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Count Five,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
This Heat,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead,
Sight & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Foxx,
Can,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Human League,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
Banda Bassotti,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep,
Pylon,
Pantytec,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
Sam Rivers,
Camouflage,
Flash Fearless,
Nas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Moby Grape,
The Leaves,
The Angels of Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Lynne,
Fear,
One Last Wish,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Grandmaster Flash,
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
The Names,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Music Machine,
Silicon Teens,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
The Young Rascals,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.