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 Netherlands and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Litter to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Tom Boy,
World's Most,
The Techniques,
Agitation Free,
Cameo,
Barry Ungar,
Bob Dylan,
Henry Cow,
Surgeon,
the Human League,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Index,
Deakin,
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
Agent Orange,
the Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Eurythmics,
The Star Department,
Neil Young,
Hot Snakes,
Q65,
Yellowson,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Don Cherry,
Model 500,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
Lightning Bolt,
H. Thieme,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Can,
Jerry's Kids,
Flipper,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association,
F. McDonald,
Average White Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Darondo,
The Smoke,
Fatback Band,
Joe Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Intrusion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.