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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lee Hazlewood to the grime 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Country Teasers,
Newcleus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Bananas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kaleidoscope,
Wolf Eyes,
Joy Division,
Can,
Mad Mike,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dave Gahan,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
Maurizio,
the Association,
Nirvana,
cv313,
Sex Pistols,
Qualms,
ABBA,
The Last Poets,
Television,
Black Moon,
Aural Exciters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
Agent Orange,
The Victims,
The Sound,
Nico,
Mission of Burma,
Model 500,
Massinfluence,
Q65,
The Black Dice,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Mills,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantaleimon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
The Modern Lovers,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.