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 Denmark and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minny Pops to the grunge 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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
Ludus,
Agitation Free,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
Flipper,
Sixth Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liliput,
Little Man,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
Qualms,
Visage,
Mantronix,
the Sonics,
New York Dolls,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Selecter,
Negative Approach,
Loose Ends,
Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
Isaac Hayes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Warsaw,
Sam Rivers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
AZ,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
The Cure,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobby Sherman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reagan Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.