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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Star Department to the dance 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
UT,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
Neu!,
Ronnie Foster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yazoo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MC5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
A Certain Ratio,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
Second Layer,
Wings,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.