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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
Pantaleimon,
The Misunderstood,
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
Drive Like Jehu,
K-Klass,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
The Human League,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eurythmics,
Roxette,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sällskapet,
The Gap Band,
Michelle Simonal,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Josef K,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25,
Fatback Band,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nico,
Eric Copeland,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jawbox,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Tremeloes,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
Ituana,
Malaria!,
Chris & Cosey,
Procol Harum,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
Faust,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.