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 Haiti 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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum 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 Gang of Four to the electroclash 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Ludus,
Tears for Fears,
Tomorrow,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
Letta Mbulu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Crooked Eye,
MDC,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
Bush Tetras,
Hasil Adkins,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
FM Einheit,
The Residents,
Loose Ends,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suicide,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
Sonny Sharrock,
Massinfluence,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DNA,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
Reuben Wilson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blancmange,
The Last Poets,
Alton Ellis,
Inner City,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
The Misunderstood,
Prince Buster,
Rakim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lightning Bolt,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nas,
Make Up,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.