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 Brazil and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet 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 T. Rex to the disco 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
The Modern Lovers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiohead,
Nik Kershaw,
Juan Atkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eurythmics,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Cell,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
Ornette Coleman,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
Index,
Joey Negro,
Hardrive,
Swell Maps,
The Knickerbockers,
Procol Harum,
Gichy Dan,
Mr. Review,
Robert Görl,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
Intrusion,
the Bar-Kays,
Masters at Work,
JFA,
The Five Americans,
Nico,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Flag,
Ponytail,
The Count Five,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
Connie Case,
Junior Murvin,
Chrome,
Severed Heads,
Public Enemy,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.