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 Iceland and from Spokane.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Holger Czukay 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 Junior Murvin to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
The Fuzztones,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Howard Jones,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
Deakin,
Visage,
Half Japanese,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Prunes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
This Heat,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
Warsaw,
the Normal,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
Swell Maps,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
The Raincoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
Quantec,
Iggy Pop,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
China Crisis,
JFA,
Goldenarms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.