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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet 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 the Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
H. Thieme,
Laurel Aitken,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
Jerry's Kids,
World's Most,
The Smoke,
Yaz,
Shoche,
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
Nas,
Crooked Eye,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cluster,
Sarah Menescal,
EPMD,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
CMW,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Green,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
Mo-Dettes,
Dead Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
Bauhaus,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
The Pop Group,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Janne Schatter,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
Arcadia,
Duran Duran,
Eric Dolphy,
Fatback Band,
The Slackers,
Chrome,
Smog,
Arab on Radar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Glenn Branca,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.