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 Cairo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 Germs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Radio Birdman,
David Bowie,
PIL,
Pussy Galore,
Goldenarms,
Infiniti,
Gang Green,
U.S. Maple,
Albert Ayler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pole,
Kas Product,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flash Fearless,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
Pet Shop Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
Boz Scaggs,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young,
Siglo XX,
The Monks,
Skarface,
Youth Brigade,
China Crisis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brass Construction,
Livin' Joy,
Zero Boys,
Delta 5,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
The Tremeloes,
The Smoke,
Quadrant,
Mission of Burma,
The Standells,
Fugazi,
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Masters at Work,
A Certain Ratio,
Eurythmics,
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.