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 Grenada and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare 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 Camouflage to the dance 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
The Fuzztones,
Crooked Eye,
the Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Halsall,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
Man Parrish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Glenn Branca,
Franke,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
cv313,
Freddie Wadling,
The Residents,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
The Slackers,
The Leaves,
Judy Mowatt,
8 Eyed Spy,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
Spandau Ballet,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
Qualms,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
Thee Headcoats,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Scientists,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
John Foxx,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Godley & Creme,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blackbyrds,
Massinfluence,
Rod Modell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Michelle Simonal,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.