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 Liberia 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the dance 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Crime,
LL Cool J,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Mandrill,
Idris Muhammad,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
Massinfluence,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
Underground Resistance,
Schoolly D,
Siglo XX,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Young Rascals,
Marcia Griffiths,
David McCallum,
Max Romeo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
Joy Division,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
Rapeman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lightning Bolt,
Erykah Badu,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
The Doors,
Con Funk Shun,
Essential Logic,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review,
Mars,
Warren Ellis,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.