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 Nepal 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Inner City to the rock 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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
AZ,
Tears for Fears,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
EPMD,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Babytalk,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
Panda Bear,
Ken Boothe,
Pole,
Joe Smooth,
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang of Four,
Ornette Coleman,
Althea and Donna,
Al Stewart,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
The Mummies,
Ronan,
Scientists,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television Personalities,
The Smiths,
DJ Style,
Derrick May,
Lou Christie,
The Move,
Sam Rivers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.