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 Solomon Islands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Lucky Dragons to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
Niagra,
Monolake,
Sound Behaviour,
John Foxx,
The Moleskins,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Surgeon,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nick Fraelich,
Icehouse,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
Brass Construction,
Absolute Body Control,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
Eli Mardock,
Fugazi,
Crispy Ambulance,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Golliwogs,
Pylon,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
Josef K,
Morten Harket,
Qualms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana,
DNA,
Maurizio,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.