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 Mauritania and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Holger Czukay 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 Swell Maps to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb 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 clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
One Last Wish,
Second Layer,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Popol Vuh,
Amon Düül,
Faraquet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Average White Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Siglo XX,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
Peter and Kerry,
The Evens,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
Half Japanese,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yusef Lateef,
Godley & Creme,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
Ohio Players,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Visage,
Rekid,
Hashim,
Barrington Levy,
Mission of Burma,
Television Personalities,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
OOIOO,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Aswad,
Radio Birdman,
Sonic Youth,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.