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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Mo-Dettes,
Gabor Szabo,
Gong,
David Axelrod,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fuzztones,
Circle Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
Hardrive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Young Marble Giants,
EPMD,
Boredoms,
Frankie Knuckles,
Q and Not U,
A Certain Ratio,
Avey Tare,
Leonard Cohen,
Visage,
Index,
Rosa Yemen,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Almond,
Carl Craig,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Inner City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Excepter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
Wire,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Dennis Brown,
Zero Boys,
Glenn Branca,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.