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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Hoover to the dance 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
June Days,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scrapy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Barrington Levy,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
Sonic Youth,
Massinfluence,
kango's stein massive,
Delta 5,
La Düsseldorf,
Buzzcocks,
Brothers Johnson,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
ABBA,
Marvin Gaye,
Index,
Sandy B,
Pole,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
OOIOO,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Soft Machine,
The Moleskins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
Sun Ra,
Danielle Patucci,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bauhaus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monks,
The Techniques,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
Tres Demented,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Offenders,
Motorama,
Sun City Girls,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.