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 Netherlands and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Kenny Larkin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 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 clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
Josef K,
Sun Ra,
FM Einheit,
Blancmange,
Darondo,
Joe Finger,
Brass Construction,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABBA,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
David Bowie,
Theoretical Girls,
Stereo Dub,
The Buckinghams,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pantytec,
PIL,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang of Four,
The Fire Engines,
Parry Music,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dual Sessions,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Angels of Light,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
Flipper,
Gabor Szabo,
Rekid,
Deadbeat,
Porter Ricks,
Howard Jones,
Negative Approach,
Neu!,
Von Mondo,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.