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 Montenegro and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Altered Images to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
Radiopuhelimet,
LL Cool J,
Wolf Eyes,
Mo-Dettes,
K-Klass,
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
The Divine Comedy,
The Human League,
The Martian,
Gang of Four,
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Moon,
JFA,
PIL,
Glenn Branca,
the Soft Cell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jerry's Kids,
The Durutti Column,
Sexual Harrassment,
AZ,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Birthday Party,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Al Stewart,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
Harry Pussy,
Black Bananas,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Supertramp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joensuu 1685,
Half Japanese,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.