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 Portugal 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Magazine to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
Yellowson,
Godley & Creme,
Hoover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
Schoolly D,
Altered Images,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Velvet Underground,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
Sight & Sound,
D'Angelo,
Cal Tjader,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Saints,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
The Cramps,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
Simply Red,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bobby Sherman,
Archie Shepp,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
Thee Headcoats,
The Doors,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
Gong,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blake Baxter,
Sugar Minott,
The Five Americans,
The Dead C,
Glenn Branca,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
Howard Jones,
MDC,
Sonny Sharrock,
Black Flag,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kenny Larkin,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Sällskapet,
Guru Guru,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.