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 Vanuatu and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 Reagan Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '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 Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
The Sonics,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
Harry Pussy,
Chris & Cosey,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fugs,
DJ Style,
Brick,
Agitation Free,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne,
Hashim,
Liliput,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bill Wells,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fatback Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
The Mojo Men,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
Eddi Front,
The New Christs,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
the Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Skatalites,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yellowson,
Colin Newman,
T.S.O.L.,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fuzztones,
Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Glambeats Corp.,
OOIOO,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Franke,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.