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 Bulgaria and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grunge 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
kango's stein massive,
The Standells,
The Monks,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
The United States of America,
Aaron Thompson,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
Gang Starr,
The Leaves,
Sarah Menescal,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
Boogie Down Productions,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Enemy,
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magazine,
Cluster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Drexciya,
Stiv Bators,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul II Soul,
Joy Division,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
Hashim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Easy Going,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.