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 Namibia 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
Interpol,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
X-101,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dave Gahan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
Rod Modell,
Bluetip,
Q and Not U,
Davy DMX,
The Fortunes,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
Michelle Simonal,
Make Up,
Japan,
Peter & Gordon,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
DNA,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
Cheater Slicks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
Tres Demented,
The Invisible,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jandek,
Sugar Minott,
Minutemen,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hoover,
Bauhaus,
Arab on Radar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
Pole,
cv313,
The Index,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.