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 Andorra and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 K-Klass to the electroclash 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
The J.B.'s,
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
Archie Shepp,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Duran Duran,
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Subhumans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
Chrome,
Supertramp,
Bobby Sherman,
Livin' Joy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Unrelated Segments,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Andrew Hill,
Stereo Dub,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABC,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.