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 Bulgaria and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 The J.B.'s to the funk 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Pagans,
Trumans Water,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
Urselle,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
New Order,
the Sonics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cymande,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantaleimon,
The Monochrome Set,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faraquet,
Kaleidoscope,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Popol Vuh,
Reagan Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
John Cale,
The Victims,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Icehouse,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
Brass Construction,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
Absolute Body Control,
Roy Ayers,
The Zeros,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mojo Men,
Yaz,
John Foxx,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vladislav Delay,
La Düsseldorf,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
Blossom Toes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T. Rex,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.