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 Liechtenstein and from New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the funk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Bobby Womack,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Circle Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
Quadrant,
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
Quando Quango,
Jawbox,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
Slave,
Wire,
Cameo,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
The Buckinghams,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
Cymande,
The Durutti Column,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joe Smooth,
The Count Five,
The Human League,
Lou Reed,
Stereo Dub,
Reuben Wilson,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
The Doors,
Wally Richardson,
The Litter,
Joy Division,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.