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 Kiribati and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 The Mojo Men to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Misunderstood,
Boredoms,
Minutemen,
Ice-T,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Derrick May,
Swell Maps,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
Siglo XX,
The Angels of Light,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Near,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tomorrow,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
Black Flag,
Whodini,
Television,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Au Pairs,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Lakeside,
Rod Modell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Banda Bassotti,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pere Ubu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
The Count Five,
Skaos,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
The Dirtbombs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiopuhelimet,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
The Victims,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.