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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Chrome to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
The Searchers,
H. Thieme,
Inner City,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anakelly,
The Motions,
Wolf Eyes,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Deadbeat,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
One Last Wish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cameo,
Spandau Ballet,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-101,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oneida,
The Busters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-102,
Young Marble Giants,
Eden Ahbez,
The Moody Blues,
Simply Red,
Toni Rubio,
David Axelrod,
Brand Nubian,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Todd Rundgren,
Donald Byrd,
Ice-T,
Rekid,
Terrestrial Tones,
AZ,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.