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 Netherlands and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Durutti Column to the electroclash 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Minny Pops,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
Pierre Henry,
Motorama,
Mars,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Invisible,
Joensuu 1685,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Laurel Aitken,
Anthony Braxton,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eden Ahbez,
Freddie Wadling,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
The Doors,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Sandy B,
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swans,
Sugar Minott,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Supertramp,
Basic Channel,
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
10cc,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
Mark Hollis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Funkadelic,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.