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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Dead Boys 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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Porter Ricks,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
UT,
Juan Atkins,
Patti Smith,
the Slits,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Roger Hodgson,
Bronski Beat,
Nils Olav,
Eden Ahbez,
Howard Jones,
Yazoo,
Pere Ubu,
Sällskapet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Bananas,
Reagan Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Selecter,
Aaron Thompson,
The Evens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Harmonia,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Starr,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heaven 17,
Barbara Tucker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Techniques,
Danielle Patucci,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.