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 Senegal and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Techniques to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Accadde A,
Cluster,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
Swell Maps,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
Japan,
Bad Manners,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slick Rick,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The J.B.'s,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sam Rivers,
New Age Steppers,
the Swans,
Lalann,
Matthew Bourne,
Moebius,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
Dawn Penn,
10cc,
Essential Logic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magazine,
Fat Boys,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül II,
Negative Approach,
The Walker Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lou Reed,
Fad Gadget,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
James White and The Blacks,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.