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 Iran 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 Supertramp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anakelly,
Yellowson,
Mad Mike,
Banda Bassotti,
Moebius,
Cluster,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Warsaw,
Sun City Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
Bang On A Can,
Hoover,
Basic Channel,
Black Flag,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Residents,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
China Crisis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Amazonics,
Black Moon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang of Four,
Aural Exciters,
Oneida,
Cecil Taylor,
Patti Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harmonia,
Slave,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
Buzzcocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Martian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.