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 Italy 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen 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 dance 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ituana,
Albert Ayler,
Cecil Taylor,
Magma,
Crispian St. Peters,
Al Stewart,
Arthur Verocai,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Gong,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
John Lydon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
Mission of Burma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pussy Galore,
Mad Mike,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
The Selecter,
Qualms,
Mandrill,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tears for Fears,
The Fugs,
The Young Rascals,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Vainqueur,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
the Association,
Black Sheep,
Banda Bassotti,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Section 25,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rufus Thomas,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
Letta Mbulu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Donald Byrd,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.