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 Djibouti and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 Ornette Coleman to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum 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 harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
The Birthday Party,
Goldenarms,
Charles Mingus,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
Skarface,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rotary Connection,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
These Immortal Souls,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
The Slackers,
Roxette,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
Scrapy,
Minutemen,
Chris Corsano,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
The Names,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
Pussy Galore,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.