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 Honduras and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Boredoms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Siglo XX,
X-101,
Porter Ricks,
Rapeman,
Tommy Roe,
Monks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kayak,
10cc,
Circle Jerks,
The American Breed,
Fatback Band,
The Human League,
Easy Going,
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms,
Cluster,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
X-102,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Style,
The Music Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
John Holt,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
Black Pus,
The Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
Radio Birdman,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Massinfluence,
Amazonics,
Gregory Isaacs,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.