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 South Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Skarface to the electroclash 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
Warren Ellis,
Massinfluence,
cv313,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
Eurythmics,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fugazi,
John Lydon,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
D'Angelo,
Vainqueur,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mission of Burma,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick May,
Crime,
Sixth Finger,
Reuben Wilson,
New Order,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
Quantec,
Electric Prunes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Machine,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arab on Radar,
Heaven 17,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Arthur Verocai,
Lakeside,
John Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
Marine Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.