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 Seychelles and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Prince Buster to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magazine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Blancmange,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Model 500,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Subhumans,
the Association,
Barbara Tucker,
Easy Going,
Masters at Work,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Black Dice,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cheater Slicks,
T.S.O.L.,
Nas,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Skriet,
ABBA,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joy Division,
Reuben Wilson,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
Warren Ellis,
Groovy Waters,
Bauhaus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
The Modern Lovers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric Copeland,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
Moss Icon,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
Delta 5,
Symarip,
The New Christs,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.