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 Hungary and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Adolescents,
Derrick May,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
Main Source,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pussy Galore,
Don Cherry,
Vladislav Delay,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Maleditus Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
Pere Ubu,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
Jawbox,
Ituana,
World's Most,
Can,
Joe Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Panda Bear,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Urselle,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fugs,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.