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 Somalia and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grime 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Yazoo,
Sällskapet,
Anthony Braxton,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
Magma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ossler,
Blancmange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DNA,
David Bowie,
June of 44,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Music Machine,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
Radiohead,
Das Ding,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
Camberwell Now,
Johnny Osbourne,
Popol Vuh,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
Guru Guru,
Ronan,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
Nils Olav,
Wire,
The Fugs,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
Marc Almond,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.