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 Philippines and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lower 48 to the jazz 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
The Motions,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Red Krayola,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ten City,
Warsaw,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Litter,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
DJ Sneak,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
Tomorrow,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
June Days,
Unwound,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Moon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Funky Four + One,
Funkadelic,
Q65,
Henry Cow,
Cheater Slicks,
Surgeon,
New York Dolls,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.