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 Japan and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Mission of Burma to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Pagans,
Harmonia,
a-ha,
Tears for Fears,
the Germs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
Clear Light,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Unwound,
Animal Collective,
Lyres,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
Scrapy,
The Associates,
Reuben Wilson,
Josef K,
Toni Rubio,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
Todd Rundgren,
X-102,
Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
Graham Central Station,
ABC,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
Easy Going,
Fear,
Kenny Larkin,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Excepter,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.