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 Panama and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television Personalities to the rock 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
Dual Sessions,
Glenn Branca,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
Depeche Mode,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
Fear,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids,
New Order,
The Vogues,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dirtbombs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
cv313,
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
Girls At Our Best!,
China Crisis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Move,
Moebius,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Sherman,
the Soft Cell,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Joy Division,
JFA,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
Sandy B,
Accadde A,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mad Mike,
Rufus Thomas,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.