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 Comoros and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Delta 5 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Radio Birdman,
X-101,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
Barrington Levy,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Al Stewart,
Gong,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Avey Tare,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Technova,
E-Dancer,
L. Decosne,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
Scan 7,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
Eurythmics,
Ultra Naté,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ituana,
The J.B.'s,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
The Skatalites,
Q and Not U,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
R.M.O.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cal Tjader,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
The Move,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
Magma,
Albert Ayler,
Junior Murvin,
Porter Ricks,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.