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 Laos and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Man Eating Sloth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Panda Bear,
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
Boredoms,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
Minnie Riperton,
The Velvet Underground,
The Techniques,
Faraquet,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
Stiv Bators,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ludus,
Skaos,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül,
Magma,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
James White and The Blacks,
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
Lyres,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics,
Cluster,
Aswad,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monks,
Camouflage,
Idris Muhammad,
The Barracudas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.