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 Jamaica and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Move to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Bootsy Collins,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
La Düsseldorf,
Lyres,
Deepchord,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The American Breed,
The Gun Club,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
The Monks,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fugazi,
The Doors,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marmalade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Last Poets,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Subhumans,
AZ,
Thompson Twins,
Tres Demented,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
Joey Negro,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
the Normal,
The Cure,
Arab on Radar,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
Radio Birdman,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Knickerbockers,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.