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 Greece and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
X-101,
Wasted Youth,
Goldenarms,
The Music Machine,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Coltrane,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
Ossler,
Lalann,
Ultravox,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Colin Newman,
Boredoms,
Joy Division,
The Misunderstood,
Masters at Work,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
Unwound,
ABBA,
Isaac Hayes,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Essential Logic,
The Golliwogs,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
Newcleus,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
Smog,
Lucky Dragons,
The Motions,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.