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 Liberia 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Amon Düül to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
The Divine Comedy,
Wasted Youth,
Harry Pussy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
Average White Band,
David Bowie,
The Pop Group,
The Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
New Age Steppers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cramps,
Roxy Music,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
MDC,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
Qualms,
Livin' Joy,
Altered Images,
Quantec,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
Michelle Simonal,
Scratch Acid,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
EPMD,
Crime,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Wyatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.