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 East Timor and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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 Grass Roots,
Swans,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
Marvin Gaye,
The American Breed,
Mark Hollis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joey Negro,
Scan 7,
Slave,
Minny Pops,
the Bar-Kays,
Todd Terry,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rotary Connection,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
Fear,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Can,
JFA,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
Icehouse,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Ronnie Foster,
Warsaw,
the Slits,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
Surgeon,
Henry Cow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dead Boys,
The Smoke,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
Ornette Coleman,
X-Ray Spex,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.