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 Poland and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Severed Heads to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Victims,
Tubeway Army,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gladiators,
The Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
Nils Olav,
A Flock of Seagulls,
This Heat,
Jacques Brel,
The Stooges,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
The Standells,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mandrill,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Goldenarms,
Echospace,
David Bowie,
Delta 5,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bad Manners,
X-102,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
UT,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.