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 South Africa 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Byron Stingily 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sugar Minott,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heaven 17,
Rites of Spring,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
Scion,
The Cramps,
Max Romeo,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
Lee Hazlewood,
Popol Vuh,
Sex Pistols,
Ronan,
Kas Product,
the Swans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moby Grape,
Jesper Dahlback,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
Shoche,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
PIL,
Lalann,
Nils Olav,
The Remains,
Wire,
Sparks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Flesh Eaters,
Organ,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Al Stewart,
Intrusion,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Zero Boys,
X-101,
The Moleskins,
the Sonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
Tears for Fears,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.