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 Ukraine and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Harpers Bizarre to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
B.T. Express,
The Zeros,
The Martian,
Connie Case,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
FM Einheit,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
Letta Mbulu,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
Pulsallama,
Jawbox,
The Wake,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Amon Düül,
Dead Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
ABC,
Sandy B,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
Vladislav Delay,
Nick Fraelich,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
Slave,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
Echospace,
Darondo,
Zapp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
The Gories,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.