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 Congo and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Ituana to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Grass Roots,
This Heat,
Siglo XX,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
Simply Red,
Cybotron,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cowsills,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
U.S. Maple,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bobby Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
ABC,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
Hardrive,
Bush Tetras,
The Martian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
DNA,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Laurel Aitken,
Q65,
X-Ray Spex,
John Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.