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 Palau and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Icehouse to the grime 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
cv313,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Thee Headcoats,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Associates,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
Second Layer,
Chris & Cosey,
The Divine Comedy,
Kas Product,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
The New Christs,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
Surgeon,
New York Dolls,
Howard Jones,
Dawn Penn,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
Warren Ellis,
Porter Ricks,
Sixth Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Unwound,
Swell Maps,
Hashim,
The Zeros,
Banda Bassotti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harmonia,
Absolute Body Control,
Kerri Chandler,
June of 44,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
Josef K,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.