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 Palau and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gladiators to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
a-ha,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Grey Daturas,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
Black Moon,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crooked Eye,
Aswad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Girls At Our Best!,
The J.B.'s,
David Axelrod,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ohio Players,
Crime,
Marvin Gaye,
H. Thieme,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Vainqueur,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
Hashim,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
JFA,
Eric Copeland,
Porter Ricks,
New Order,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Junior Murvin,
Section 25,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Mo-Dettes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.