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 Montenegro and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
Babytalk,
Hot Snakes,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
David Bowie,
Swans,
Pylon,
Hasil Adkins,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Television Personalities,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
One Last Wish,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
The Tremeloes,
Ten City,
Adolescents,
The Associates,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Pulsallama,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric Copeland,
Silicon Teens,
Funkadelic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scratch Acid,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tommy Roe,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tom Boy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Model 500,
Can,
Don Cherry,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
Janne Schatter,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ornette Coleman,
Ronnie Foster,
Henry Cow,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Flipper,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.