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 Georgia and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Lydon to the rap 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Scratch Acid,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sarah Menescal,
Slick Rick,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Lydon,
Skarface,
Tim Buckley,
Janne Schatter,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
Average White Band,
Max Romeo,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Technova,
One Last Wish,
Graham Central Station,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare,
Pussy Galore,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
Can,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Cramps,
Tommy Roe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wire,
Amon Düül,
Minutemen,
Sight & Sound,
The Star Department,
Cheater Slicks,
R.M.O.,
Ituana,
Moby Grape,
FM Einheit,
Visage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sex Pistols,
Fifty Foot Hose,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
Television Personalities,
Easy Going,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
The Gories,
Al Stewart,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.