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 Kenya and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Excepter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Kaleidoscope,
Unwound,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
Rapeman,
Jacques Brel,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magma,
June of 44,
DJ Style,
Funkadelic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sam Rivers,
Mr. Review,
the Normal,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
Infiniti,
10cc,
Alice Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Ultravox,
David Axelrod,
Gong,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Divine Comedy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
The Toasters,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Rod Modell,
The Blues Magoos,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Donald Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Charles Mingus,
The Neon Judgement,
Mission of Burma,
Brass Construction,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
Deakin,
DNA,
Hasil Adkins,
Essential Logic,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.