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 Sweden and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 PIL to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Doors,
Monolake,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Searchers,
Ken Boothe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
Intrusion,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mantronix,
Scott Walker,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
X-102,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
Moby Grape,
Altered Images,
Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Tres Demented,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
Make Up,
Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
The Neon Judgement,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Brick,
Tears for Fears,
Arthur Verocai,
The Martian,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Lynne,
Barry Ungar,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.