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 Ireland and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Warsaw to the jazz 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Moby Grape,
The Grass Roots,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
Little Man,
The Cure,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
LL Cool J,
Mr. Review,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
Tim Buckley,
The Leaves,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Livin' Joy,
Ultra Naté,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alphaville,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-101,
The Searchers,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
the Human League,
DNA,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
Tom Boy,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.