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 Monaco and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Josef K to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Mantronix,
John Foxx,
Josef K,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Mark Hollis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agent Orange,
Loose Ends,
Livin' Joy,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
Ituana,
Thompson Twins,
Lungfish,
The Fortunes,
Roy Ayers,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
Excepter,
Graham Central Station,
Soul II Soul,
Angry Samoans,
Janne Schatter,
New Age Steppers,
Visage,
The United States of America,
Radio Birdman,
Cal Tjader,
The Gories,
The Leaves,
Bauhaus,
Jawbox,
Oneida,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
Supertramp,
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Q and Not U,
The Gun Club,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.