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 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Zero Boys to the techno 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
OOIOO,
Quantec,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
Alton Ellis,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
Quadrant,
UT,
Joe Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Adolescents,
Stockholm Monsters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
The Cure,
Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Siglo XX,
Scan 7,
Slick Rick,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
Lyres,
the Sonics,
Arcadia,
Porter Ricks,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
Pantaleimon,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
Qualms,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suicide,
Ten City,
These Immortal Souls,
The Searchers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alison Limerick,
Sound Behaviour,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters,
The Seeds,
The Residents,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.