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 Japan and from Glasgow.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Quando Quango to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rites of Spring,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Basic Channel,
Zapp,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
Dead Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ice-T,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
Drexciya,
Second Layer,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Sheep,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
The Mojo Men,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Görl,
Mantronix,
The Kinks,
Excepter,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse,
The Gories,
Lindisfarne,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
Aural Exciters,
Quadrant,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jandek,
Godley & Creme,
Chrome,
JFA,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.