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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Zero Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bauhaus,
the Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
Index,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster,
The Victims,
The Wake,
Soft Machine,
Maurizio,
Sex Pistols,
Bob Dylan,
Ludus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
Scratch Acid,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
The Zeros,
Tommy Roe,
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Letta Mbulu,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry's Kids,
Stetsasonic,
Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
Dawn Penn,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
The Searchers,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.