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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Philadelphia.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dual Sessions to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Ken Boothe,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacques Brel,
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
Frankie Knuckles,
Hardrive,
Soft Cell,
The Smiths,
Deepchord,
The Mummies,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mandrill,
Minnie Riperton,
Henry Cow,
Lungfish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
Pere Ubu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
Symarip,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Bourne,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
Howard Jones,
Accadde A,
Visage,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
Lightning Bolt,
Television Personalities,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Iggy Pop,
Sonic Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Gichy Dan,
Anthony Braxton,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Starr,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
Bauhaus,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.