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 Korea South and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 punk 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Bauhaus,
10cc,
The Martian,
Sparks,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
Max Romeo,
Juan Atkins,
Ituana,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Detroit Cobras,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Star Department,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pulsallama,
The Gories,
The Standells,
Dead Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
Bill Wells,
Loose Ends,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
ABBA,
Piero Umiliani,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Al Stewart,
Alton Ellis,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
D'Angelo,
Josef K,
Cybotron,
Lalo Schifrin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
Black Moon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacques Brel,
The Walker Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brand Nubian,
Zero Boys,
the Human League,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.