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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 ABBA to the electroclash 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
New Age Steppers,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
Davy DMX,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Flag,
Laurel Aitken,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pere Ubu,
Graham Central Station,
Magazine,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Misunderstood,
Rod Modell,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
Tres Demented,
Nirvana,
UT,
Blossom Toes,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
Kayak,
Make Up,
Quadrant,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
Model 500,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
John Lydon,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Litter,
The Human League,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
ABBA,
Accadde A,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA, JFA, JFA, JFA.
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.