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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Gichy Dan to the techno 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd,
Colin Newman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
Peter & Gordon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warren Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Shuggie Otis,
Mr. Review,
The Dead C,
Organ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls,
Amazonics,
Jerry's Kids,
Banda Bassotti,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
EPMD,
Bob Dylan,
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Modern Lovers,
Black Moon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Barracudas,
Young Marble Giants,
Neu!,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
Mo-Dettes,
Essential Logic,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronan,
Eurythmics,
Stetsasonic,
Archie Shepp,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.