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 Nepal and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 rhodes 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 Johnny Osbourne to the funk 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
Newcleus,
Loose Ends,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun City Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Schoolly D,
Supertramp,
Kayak,
Pussy Galore,
The Stooges,
Pagans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
Kurtis Blow,
Rites of Spring,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Dead Boys,
Brass Construction,
The Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Sherman,
KRS-One,
FM Einheit,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Henry Cow,
Zapp,
Simply Red,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Wally Richardson,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Hoover,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
Ash Ra Tempel,
F. McDonald,
Q65,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.