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 Monaco and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
The Music Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suburban Knight,
June of 44,
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
PIL,
The Dead C,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
Franke,
the Normal,
The New Christs,
Q65,
Altered Images,
The Divine Comedy,
Joensuu 1685,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cameo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nirvana,
La Düsseldorf,
Dead Boys,
James White and The Blacks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Gabor Szabo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
Wolf Eyes,
Vainqueur,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shoche,
Joey Negro,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
The Names,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.