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 Zimbabwe and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
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 sitar 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 Charles Mingus to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Hardrive,
Make Up,
Infiniti,
Fatback Band,
Zero Boys,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Stooges,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Anakelly,
Circle Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
Goldenarms,
The Barracudas,
Bronski Beat,
Blancmange,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
Schoolly D,
Grandmaster Flash,
JFA,
Moss Icon,
Franke,
DNA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
Al Stewart,
Funkadelic,
The Knickerbockers,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
John Holt,
Thompson Twins,
Pierre Henry,
The Pop Group,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.