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 Ghana and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Quantec,
Sixth Finger,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Au Pairs,
Quadrant,
Swell Maps,
John Holt,
Rod Modell,
Maleditus Sound,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
Magazine,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
Letta Mbulu,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
Ituana,
Byron Stingily,
Fatback Band,
the Normal,
Harmonia,
Groovy Waters,
Pylon,
Slave,
Suicide,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
Susan Cadogan,
Eddi Front,
Erykah Badu,
MDC,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül,
Nas,
Stiv Bators,
Jawbox,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
Zapp,
Gil Scott Heron,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Magma,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.