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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Spitz.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul II Soul,
Aloha Tigers,
Malaria!,
Deakin,
Rod Modell,
Cecil Taylor,
Thee Headcoats,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Blues Magoos,
ABC,
Skaos,
Mandrill,
Pere Ubu,
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
Simply Red,
The Beau Brummels,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oneida,
Warren Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Boogie Down Productions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
X-Ray Spex,
Hasil Adkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kas Product,
Ituana,
Gabor Szabo,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack,
Alison Limerick,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
Eric Copeland,
Black Bananas,
the Sonics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Icehouse,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
Lou Reed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.