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 Maldives and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Television Personalities to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
the Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
Lungfish,
KRS-One,
Radiopuhelimet,
One Last Wish,
The Dirtbombs,
T. Rex,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Section 25,
Derrick May,
Soul II Soul,
Graham Central Station,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Erasure,
Terry Callier,
Robert Hood,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Loose Ends,
the Germs,
Joey Negro,
The Leaves,
Cluster,
Slave,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monks,
Josef K,
Blossom Toes,
Von Mondo,
Main Source,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Colin Newman,
Dark Day,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.