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 Sri Lanka and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 The Last Poets to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hardrive. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
Ronnie Foster,
ABC,
Crispy Ambulance,
Au Pairs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
The Skatalites,
The Angels of Light,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
Clear Light,
Desert Stars,
Warren Ellis,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker,
Country Teasers,
Shoche,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Cal Tjader,
Tubeway Army,
The Young Rascals,
Sight & Sound,
Sällskapet,
Maurizio,
Duran Duran,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
Trumans Water,
R.M.O.,
Lyres,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.