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 Uzbekistan and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Q65 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Electric Prunes,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crispy Ambulance,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
The Fall,
The Smiths,
The Standells,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
Cluster,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick May,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
Gabor Szabo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neu!,
Quantec,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
The Pop Group,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
Pulsallama,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
Ludus,
Tim Buckley,
Dennis Brown,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.