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 Angola and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Sisters of Mercy to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Radio Birdman,
Amon Düül II,
ABC,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
The Doors,
Crispian St. Peters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Unwound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Blackbyrds,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rotary Connection,
Ronnie Foster,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
Nico,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
Section 25,
The Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
Kerri Chandler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tears for Fears,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
Vainqueur,
Excepter,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.