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 Cambodia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Thompson Twins to the jazz 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Yazoo,
the Slits,
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Halsall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arab on Radar,
Rotary Connection,
Glenn Branca,
Niagra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Schoolly D,
Monks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
Animal Collective,
The Pretty Things,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barrington Levy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moss Icon,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
The Standells,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funkadelic,
Subhumans,
Tres Demented,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
Delon & Dalcan,
Arcadia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
James White and The Blacks,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.