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 Honduras and from Manila.
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 Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the dance 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Buzzcocks,
B.T. Express,
the Slits,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gun Club,
Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Happenings,
The Divine Comedy,
Angry Samoans,
Derrick Morgan,
Liliput,
Symarip,
Kayak,
DJ Sneak,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cramps,
Bob Dylan,
The Victims,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Hood,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul Sonic Force,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Young Rascals,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
Television,
L. Decosne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
F. McDonald,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
Todd Terry,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
Howard Jones,
Bizarre Inc.,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
UT,
Hoover,
The Knickerbockers,
Eric Copeland,
the Soft Cell,
The Kinks,
Section 25,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.