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 Italy and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Human League 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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
the Germs,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
Fela Kuti,
Q65,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
Aloha Tigers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
Marvin Gaye,
Newcleus,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Y Pants,
Adolescents,
The Martian,
Boogie Down Productions,
Urselle,
Television,
The Gap Band,
Symarip,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
Barry Ungar,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
Black Flag,
the Slits,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Radiohead,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gang Starr,
John Lydon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Monolake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wire,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Buckinghams,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.