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 Barbados 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 The Knickerbockers to the disco 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Sun City Girls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Peter and Kerry,
Dead Boys,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
the Soft Cell,
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Cell,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
Model 500,
10cc,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Byrd,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
The Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Theoretical Girls,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Altered Images,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.