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 Thailand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Star Department,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dead Boys,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
Fatback Band,
Qualms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eric Dolphy,
Andrew Hill,
CMW,
the Bar-Kays,
Jacob Miller,
Sound Behaviour,
Ponytail,
Maurizio,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gun Club,
Judy Mowatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
T.S.O.L.,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultravox,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Cramps,
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül II,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cowsills,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
Wings,
The Techniques,
The Angels of Light,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Cell,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.