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 Togo and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smoke to the grunge 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Magma,
Unrelated Segments,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Banda Bassotti,
Tim Buckley,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed,
Basic Channel,
Crooked Eye,
David McCallum,
Marmalade,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Minor Threat,
Barrington Levy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
Visage,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
Kerri Chandler,
Das Ding,
Thee Headcoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ituana,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Lynne,
Thompson Twins,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
The Star Department,
Half Japanese,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Cale,
Quadrant,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Terry,
Angry Samoans,
Liliput,
Josef K,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.