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 Suriname and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Drexciya to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Unrelated Segments,
Tres Demented,
Rod Modell,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
The Fugs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
The Count Five,
Dual Sessions,
Marine Girls,
The Star Department,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gichy Dan,
OOIOO,
cv313,
The Cramps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Swans,
Flipper,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ice-T,
The Gories,
Minutemen,
The Litter,
Adolescents,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
The Monks,
Lyres,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
X-101,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
Funky Four + One,
Hardrive,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minny Pops,
10cc,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.