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 Equatorial Guinea and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Black Pus,
Derrick Morgan,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Reuben Wilson,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
The Star Department,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Qualms,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
Fad Gadget,
Procol Harum,
The Dead C,
Von Mondo,
Neu!,
John Lydon,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
The Fuzztones,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Neon Judgement,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Christie,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Guru Guru,
The Walker Brothers,
Blake Baxter,
Steve Hackett,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pierre Henry,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
This Heat,
Dawn Penn,
Tomorrow,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.