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 Madagascar 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Los Fastidios 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
Harmonia,
the Association,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
Zero Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
Unwound,
Fugazi,
Liliput,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
Boredoms,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Move,
Blancmange,
Can,
Excepter,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wally Richardson,
Todd Rundgren,
Television Personalities,
DJ Sneak,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.