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 Honduras and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Circle Jerks to the disco 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
The Offenders,
Howard Jones,
Slick Rick,
Amon Düül II,
The Dead C,
Symarip,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mo-Dettes,
Barbara Tucker,
Nik Kershaw,
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
Ice-T,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Moon,
Cecil Taylor,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Move,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
Quantec,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
Schoolly D,
Lungfish,
Jacques Brel,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
Negative Approach,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sparks,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.