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 India and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marine Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
X-Ray Spex,
Fear,
Reuben Wilson,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
Spandau Ballet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
Boz Scaggs,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
Vainqueur,
The Young Rascals,
Minutemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
The Trojans,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tim Buckley,
Pere Ubu,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Flamin' Groovies,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
Don Cherry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marine Girls,
Unrelated Segments,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Doors,
Sex Pistols,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
Eurythmics,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABBA,
The Invisible,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scratch Acid,
John Holt,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.