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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
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 Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 PIL to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Pussy Galore,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ossler,
Babytalk,
Funky Four + One,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
F. McDonald,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Boz Scaggs,
Warren Ellis,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
Organ,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Sam Rivers,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
The Index,
Roxy Music,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sarah Menescal,
B.T. Express,
Los Fastidios,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lower 48,
Yellowson,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Christie,
The United States of America,
Kas Product,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
Liliput,
Urselle,
Kerri Chandler,
Slick Rick,
Sandy B,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
Television Personalities,
Index,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
Albert Ayler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.