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 Monaco 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Michael McDonald 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 Sex Pistols to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
The Barracudas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Associates,
The Names,
Tears for Fears,
Joe Finger,
AZ,
Monks,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
Sällskapet,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oblivians,
Yazoo,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Loose Ends,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
Bobby Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABBA,
Lou Reed,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
The Fortunes,
Grey Daturas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.