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 Mozambique and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Gun Club to the electroclash 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
Agent Orange,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moss Icon,
Eric Copeland,
The Fugs,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sonics,
The Tremeloes,
The Moleskins,
Susan Cadogan,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Connie Case,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
Quando Quango,
LL Cool J,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cybotron,
The Names,
China Crisis,
Donald Byrd,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
The Dead C,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Josef K,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boredoms,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.