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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Thompson Twins to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Subhumans,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake,
The Slits,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Index,
Oneida,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Walker Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
John Foxx,
Kenny Larkin,
The Golliwogs,
CMW,
The Black Dice,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül II,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
John Holt,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Massinfluence,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fire Engines,
Glenn Branca,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
Black Flag,
Dark Day,
Inner City,
The Gap Band,
Yazoo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pussy Galore,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joe Finger,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.