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 Nicaragua 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Von Mondo 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Alarm Clocks,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Martian,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
Gabor Szabo,
Marine Girls,
The Remains,
Glenn Branca,
The Zeros,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kurtis Blow,
The Smiths,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lucky Dragons,
The Trojans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fugazi,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
Barry Ungar,
Boredoms,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
Bauhaus,
The Doors,
Adolescents,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
Ten City,
Basic Channel,
The Evens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Faraquet,
The Fortunes,
Swell Maps,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.