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 Singapore and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Eddi Front to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alton Ellis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kaleidoscope,
Negative Approach,
Television Personalities,
Glenn Branca,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronan,
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mission of Burma,
Johnny Clarke,
Jacques Brel,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Main Source,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
Ralphi Rosario,
James White and The Blacks,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
The Gun Club,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
Minny Pops,
Robert Wyatt,
Royal Trux,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Whodini,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
Barclay James Harvest,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.