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 St Lucia and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Blake Baxter 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dennis Brown,
Clear Light,
Vainqueur,
The Cure,
DJ Sneak,
Trumans Water,
Lucky Dragons,
Piero Umiliani,
Ralphi Rosario,
Procol Harum,
Charles Mingus,
Tim Buckley,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
John Lydon,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
JFA,
World's Most,
Ossler,
Wasted Youth,
Barbara Tucker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Durutti Column,
D'Angelo,
The Zeros,
Popol Vuh,
Symarip,
Ornette Coleman,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ituana,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lindisfarne,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
Urselle,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chrome,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
R.M.O.,
The Residents,
MC5,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.