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 Tajikistan 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the punk 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
John Coltrane,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
U.S. Maple,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
Funky Four + One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Index,
One Last Wish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Tom Boy,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Normal,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
Magazine,
The Dirtbombs,
Moebius,
The Red Krayola,
Bizarre Inc.,
L. Decosne,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
Livin' Joy,
The Golliwogs,
Avey Tare,
The Last Poets,
The Stooges,
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
The Pop Group,
Bob Dylan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kaleidoscope,
DJ Sneak,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
Bobby Womack,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harmonia,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.