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 France and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Magazine to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pet Shop Boys,
PIL,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
Mission of Burma,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cramps,
Jacob Miller,
The Monochrome Set,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Negative Approach,
Lebanon Hanover,
Newcleus,
The Raincoats,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
Frankie Knuckles,
World's Most,
Blossom Toes,
Masters at Work,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
DJ Style,
MDC,
FM Einheit,
Ultra Naté,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
the Human League,
Reuben Wilson,
Mark Hollis,
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jawbox,
Terrestrial Tones,
Faraquet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
Swans,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
Joensuu 1685,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
the Germs,
Banda Bassotti,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.