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 Ireland and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Public Enemy to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
The Gun Club,
Boz Scaggs,
Eddi Front,
The Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül II,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
The Vogues,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rod Modell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moebius,
June Days,
F. McDonald,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
Michelle Simonal,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
Robert Hood,
Lungfish,
Shuggie Otis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cure,
The Slackers,
Joy Division,
Yaz,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Silicon Teens,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
New Order,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
The Cramps,
KRS-One,
Chrome,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
Robert Görl,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Germs,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.