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 Norway and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Quando Quango to the rap 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
R.M.O.,
Absolute Body Control,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra,
Underground Resistance,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
Cybotron,
The Gladiators,
Lalann,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slackers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
This Heat,
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
Loose Ends,
Todd Rundgren,
Dead Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chris & Cosey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Mandrill,
The Wake,
Flipper,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Funkadelic,
Robert Hood,
Deakin,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
Unrelated Segments,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sarah Menescal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
Liliput,
Scan 7,
James Chance & The Contortions,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
Harry Pussy,
Supertramp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.