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 Malta and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
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 arpeggiator 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 The Gories to the grime 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
Joensuu 1685,
Masters at Work,
This Heat,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
Slick Rick,
Roxy Music,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Newcleus,
Byron Stingily,
Cluster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
Pantaleimon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Barry Ungar,
Con Funk Shun,
John Cale,
Graham Central Station,
CMW,
Black Moon,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fortunes,
Goldenarms,
Magazine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
The Star Department,
The Moleskins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
T. Rex,
Thee Headcoats,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Connie Case,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.