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 Netherlands and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Moebius to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Human League,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Human League,
Carl Craig,
R.M.O.,
The Skatalites,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
Sarah Menescal,
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
U.S. Maple,
Brick,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
The Fall,
Cheater Slicks,
Hoover,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Janne Schatter,
AZ,
Jawbox,
Fad Gadget,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Con Funk Shun,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Pulsallama,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aloha Tigers,
Stereo Dub,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
Mr. Review,
The Fire Engines,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.