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 Burkina and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Agent Orange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Unwound,
Suicide,
Ronnie Foster,
Joe Finger,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hoover,
Deakin,
Lee Hazlewood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pierre Henry,
Harry Pussy,
Fela Kuti,
Franke,
The Walker Brothers,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Busters,
Zero Boys,
Agitation Free,
Ornette Coleman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Leonard Cohen,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Todd Terry,
kango's stein massive,
Joensuu 1685,
UT,
Henry Cow,
The Doobie Brothers,
Das Ding,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
Davy DMX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Derrick Morgan,
Livin' Joy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
Silicon Teens,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sound,
Au Pairs,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.