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 Vanuatu and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
A Certain Ratio,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
Thompson Twins,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
T.S.O.L.,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cameo,
EPMD,
Aural Exciters,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
Hardrive,
One Last Wish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Ultra Naté,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
Minnie Riperton,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
New York Dolls,
The Litter,
Aswad,
Nas,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
Can,
Qualms,
Scan 7,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
The Wake,
Hashim,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
Kenny Larkin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.