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 Nepal and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Durutti Column to the electroclash 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Five Americans,
Metal Thangz,
The Residents,
Main Source,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pylon,
The Last Poets,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
Scratch Acid,
Cal Tjader,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Beau Brummels,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David Bowie,
Iggy Pop,
Black Bananas,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Swans,
Connie Case,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
Nirvana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
Black Moon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
Kurtis Blow,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
Joyce Sims,
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
Subhumans,
cv313,
Radiohead,
Radiopuhelimet,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.