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 Nauru and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Second Layer to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Ossler,
Brick,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swans,
Sandy B,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
Slave,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Easy Going,
Cymande,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
Young Marble Giants,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
The Dead C,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scientists,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
The Wake,
Heaven 17,
Ronnie Foster,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T.S.O.L.,
Zapp,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Görl,
Sonic Youth,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
Trumans Water,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
Mad Mike,
Fatback Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.