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 Ecuador and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom 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 linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Ultravox,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Machine,
Angry Samoans,
Fear,
Brick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Smog,
Faraquet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
Essential Logic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mummies,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bush Tetras,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Blossom Toes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Grauzone,
The Toasters,
Davy DMX,
Sugar Minott,
Fluxion,
Rod Modell,
K-Klass,
Godley & Creme,
The Remains,
The Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scrapy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
Masters at Work,
Albert Ayler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
Slave,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry's Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Sarah Menescal,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.