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 Barbados and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Sparks to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Wolf Eyes,
Fela Kuti,
Cluster,
Index,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Radiohead,
The Dead C,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
Livin' Joy,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
John Holt,
Terry Callier,
The Gladiators,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Franke,
Moebius,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cameo,
Lightning Bolt,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kerri Chandler,
Clear Light,
Con Funk Shun,
The Searchers,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Gories,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters,
The United States of America,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
Icehouse,
cv313,
The Pop Group,
Tres Demented,
Sällskapet,
Rod Modell,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.