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 Singapore 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monks,
The Walker Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Five Americans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Con Funk Shun,
Neu!,
Maurizio,
Hasil Adkins,
Matthew Bourne,
Camouflage,
Siglo XX,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
Audionom,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
Gerry Rafferty,
T. Rex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Oneida,
One Last Wish,
Eurythmics,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lindisfarne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
F. McDonald,
X-101,
Country Teasers,
Silicon Teens,
June Days,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
Slave,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
The Smoke,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stereo Dub,
Barbara Tucker,
Tubeway Army,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
Panda Bear,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.