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 Senegal and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Minny Pops,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hardrive,
Black Moon,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
Deepchord,
Roxette,
Panda Bear,
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
Archie Shepp,
Dawn Penn,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Procol Harum,
UT,
The Moleskins,
Von Mondo,
Neu!,
Young Marble Giants,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Fear,
Sixth Finger,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
Reagan Youth,
Moss Icon,
Amazonics,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Victims,
The Stooges,
Shuggie Otis,
Section 25,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.