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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lungfish,
The Sound,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Fad Gadget,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
Accadde A,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
John Cale,
The Martian,
Soul II Soul,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Throbbing Gristle,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Grass Roots,
Traffic Nightmare,
In Retrospect,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
cv313,
The Music Machine,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Howard Jones,
Sex Pistols,
Eden Ahbez,
Dawn Penn,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
Nico,
The Remains,
Derrick Morgan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.