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 Austria and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Popol Vuh to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Durutti Column,
The Evens,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Green,
The New Christs,
K-Klass,
Alton Ellis,
Funky Four + One,
These Immortal Souls,
Sun City Girls,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blackbyrds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Basic Channel,
Anthony Braxton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
Quando Quango,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rosa Yemen,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brick,
Clear Light,
Crooked Eye,
Kool Moe Dee,
cv313,
David McCallum,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
Cameo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
EPMD,
Anakelly,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
kango's stein massive,
Crime,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.