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 Ghana and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Crime to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
The Buckinghams,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doors,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiohead,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The New Christs,
Ronan,
Bob Dylan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Tremeloes,
David Axelrod,
Yusef Lateef,
Pierre Henry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swell Maps,
The J.B.'s,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
Tom Boy,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Germs,
Nas,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultra Naté,
Chrome,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
The Black Dice,
Ralphi Rosario,
F. McDonald,
Khruangbin,
Alton Ellis,
Organ,
Bang On A Can,
Q and Not U,
10cc,
Boredoms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Intrusion,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.