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 Monaco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the disco 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
JFA,
The Slackers,
Essential Logic,
Nirvana,
Leonard Cohen,
Skarface,
Chris Corsano,
Scrapy,
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
Robert Görl,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monks,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
The Cramps,
Fear,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs,
Rakim,
Japan,
UT,
Mandrill,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
Funky Four + One,
The Knickerbockers,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
The Trojans,
Surgeon,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
Marvin Gaye,
Khruangbin,
Vladislav Delay,
Suburban Knight,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tears for Fears,
The Real Kids,
The Techniques,
Connie Case,
Pagans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.