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 Nauru and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bob Dylan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The Litter,
the Slits,
Agent Orange,
Ken Boothe,
The Trojans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Eden Ahbez,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Foxx,
John Coltrane,
kango's stein massive,
FM Einheit,
Archie Shepp,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
The Offenders,
The Pretty Things,
John Cale,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Laurel Aitken,
These Immortal Souls,
The Walker Brothers,
Henry Cow,
B.T. Express,
Beasts of Bourbon,
China Crisis,
Boz Scaggs,
The Detroit Cobras,
MC5,
Franke,
X-102,
Delta 5,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
The Beau Brummels,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
Whodini,
Rotary Connection,
Sällskapet,
Siglo XX,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.