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 Lebanon and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Outsiders to the techno 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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
The Slackers,
Ken Boothe,
B.T. Express,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
Television,
Guru Guru,
Babytalk,
The Music Machine,
Prince Buster,
Lalann,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
Arab on Radar,
Mad Mike,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
Kaleidoscope,
the Sonics,
Erasure,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
Yusef Lateef,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
FM Einheit,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joey Negro,
Country Teasers,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Danielle Patucci,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare,
Rites of Spring,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.