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 Azerbaijan and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 guitar 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 Nico to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
The Dead C,
The Golliwogs,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
The Music Machine,
the Swans,
Morten Harket,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
The Dirtbombs,
X-101,
The Evens,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sällskapet,
Max Romeo,
Quantec,
Interpol,
Japan,
Matthew Bourne,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
Piero Umiliani,
Davy DMX,
Moebius,
Loose Ends,
Das Ding,
John Foxx,
James White and The Blacks,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faust,
Quadrant,
The Standells,
Bang On A Can,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doors,
The Durutti Column,
Buzzcocks,
Simply Red,
The Angels of Light,
The Birthday Party,
Black Sheep,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.