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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ponytail to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
B.T. Express,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Faraquet,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
The Selecter,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
Eve St. Jones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
LL Cool J,
Brothers Johnson,
Moebius,
Sam Rivers,
Blancmange,
The J.B.'s,
cv313,
The Gun Club,
Hashim,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
The Associates,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeff Lynne,
48th St. Collective,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
Popol Vuh,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
Japan,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Hasil Adkins,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
Skriet,
The Smoke,
Scott Walker,
The Motions,
The Slackers,
Brass Construction,
Jawbox,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
Flipper,
Blossom Toes,
The Seeds,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.