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 Vietnam and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
MDC,
Vladislav Delay,
Index,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies,
L. Decosne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deakin,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
The Barracudas,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
The Gun Club,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Peter & Gordon,
Pylon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
Amon Düül II,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
Drexciya,
Rites of Spring,
OOIOO,
Aswad,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
June of 44,
Ultimate Spinach,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Junior Murvin,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Seeds,
Surgeon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
10cc,
Quantec,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.