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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ultimate Spinach to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Howard Jones,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
the Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Second Layer,
The Residents,
Boogie Down Productions,
Echospace,
Q65,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Selecter,
The Sonics,
Eve St. Jones,
UT,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Sherman,
Cymande,
Goldenarms,
Grauzone,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
Judy Mowatt,
Public Enemy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Buckinghams,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army,
Harmonia,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.