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 Andorra 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Neil Young to the grunge 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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Metal Thangz,
The Neon Judgement,
Supertramp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Colin Newman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sonny Sharrock,
Young Marble Giants,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Pantaleimon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
Can,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
Scientists,
Negative Approach,
The Mojo Men,
Funkadelic,
Cluster,
Shuggie Otis,
Altered Images,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bob Dylan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Anthony Braxton,
World's Most,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Certain Ratio,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
Main Source,
Barbara Tucker,
Half Japanese,
Vladislav Delay,
John Lydon,
Fatback Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Q and Not U,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Young Rascals,
Crime,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.