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 Gambia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Motions to the rap 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joyce Sims,
X-Ray Spex,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
Banda Bassotti,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
Minutemen,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
Con Funk Shun,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
Judy Mowatt,
Alison Limerick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
KRS-One,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Toni Rubio,
Grey Daturas,
Malaria!,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
The Mojo Men,
Altered Images,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Pus,
Robert Görl,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marshall Jefferson,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
Flash Fearless,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
Jeff Lynne,
Index,
Sonic Youth,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.