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 Hungary and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Sonic Youth to the disco 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
The Fire Engines,
Clear Light,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skriet,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
Visage,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
Radio Birdman,
The Last Poets,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Quantec,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
The Techniques,
Fear,
John Foxx,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amon Düül II,
Anthony Braxton,
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
Boz Scaggs,
Oblivians,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pussy Galore,
Erykah Badu,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.