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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
Bang On A Can,
The Neon Judgement,
Graham Central Station,
Man Parrish,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
The Gun Club,
This Heat,
Adolescents,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barbara Tucker,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Swans,
Yazoo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
The Techniques,
Traffic Nightmare,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stereo Dub,
Robert Wyatt,
Skaos,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
F. McDonald,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pierre Henry,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Toasters,
The Happenings,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Junior Murvin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Interpol,
Darondo,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Fraelich,
The Victims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Black Moon,
Iggy Pop,
Infiniti,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.