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 Germany and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skarface to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Camberwell Now,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
X-Ray Spex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
Swans,
Eddi Front,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reuben Wilson,
Magma,
Rapeman,
Yazoo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dead Boys,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
The New Christs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bill Wells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Lydon,
The Dead C,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ponytail,
the Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Residents,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
Simply Red,
Sandy B,
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
Patti Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
Wolf Eyes,
The Monks,
Brass Construction,
Q and Not U,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.