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 Cameroon and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Skatalites record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Fugazi,
Ohio Players,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harry Pussy,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
Zero Boys,
Darondo,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Moleskins,
The Selecter,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Rundgren,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
Erykah Badu,
Grauzone,
John Cale,
The Fire Engines,
Funky Four + One,
Al Stewart,
The Litter,
Symarip,
Crime,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
The Motions,
Easy Going,
Morten Harket,
Icehouse,
Reagan Youth,
Can,
Bauhaus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
Lalann,
Interpol,
Bush Tetras,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Swell Maps,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.