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 Finland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lebanon Hanover to the jazz 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Judy Mowatt,
Unwound,
Brothers Johnson,
Dawn Penn,
Marine Girls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Flag,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
David Bowie,
Neu!,
Shoche,
Todd Rundgren,
Marvin Gaye,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soulsonic Force,
Can,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pole,
Josef K,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
The Seeds,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
Moebius,
Vladislav Delay,
Liliput,
Slave,
Steve Hackett,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Saints,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
Agent Orange,
Deakin,
Rosa Yemen,
Joy Division,
Byron Stingily,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sarah Menescal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
Boredoms,
A Certain Ratio,
Eurythmics,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.