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 Iran and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Suicide to the electroclash 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
OOIOO,
Fatback Band,
K-Klass,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
Sixth Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Average White Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Anakelly,
Aural Exciters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Flag,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Toasters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
MDC,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
The Pop Group,
Electric Prunes,
Hashim,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
Letta Mbulu,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
Scientists,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neil Young,
Duran Duran,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Smiths,
Guru Guru,
B.T. Express,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
Roxette,
The Mummies,
Altered Images,
The Pretty Things,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.