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 Belarus and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Fraelich to the dance 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Malaria!,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
The Grass Roots,
Joe Finger,
Rod Modell,
Model 500,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Carl Craig,
The Slackers,
Arab on Radar,
Young Marble Giants,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Nils Olav,
The Tremeloes,
Goldenarms,
Pylon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kayak,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Boz Scaggs,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Terry,
Skaos,
The Sonics,
Fluxion,
Gong,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Morten Harket,
The Smiths,
The Red Krayola,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.