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 Samoa and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Tomorrow to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visage,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
Drexciya,
Pulsallama,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Saints,
Circle Jerks,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Unrelated Segments,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
Matthew Halsall,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The New Christs,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Ronan,
June Days,
10cc,
The Divine Comedy,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Max Romeo,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
Mandrill,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fatback Band,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Half Japanese,
Barrington Levy,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.