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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Martian to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
The Evens,
Model 500,
Scratch Acid,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stetsasonic,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Duran Duran,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monks,
Anakelly,
Joey Negro,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fluxion,
Terry Callier,
Yusef Lateef,
Boredoms,
Letta Mbulu,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
Ralphi Rosario,
This Heat,
Sonic Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
Al Stewart,
UT,
Fear,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Slave,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
The Happenings,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
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.