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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Swans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
One Last Wish,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Sherman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Crooked Eye,
Byron Stingily,
Urselle,
The Victims,
The Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
The Tremeloes,
Young Marble Giants,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Order,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
Eddi Front,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Matthew Halsall,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
The Young Rascals,
Crispian St. Peters,
Malaria!,
Peter & Gordon,
Amazonics,
Average White Band,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.