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 Uganda and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 David Bowie 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 Excepter to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Bill Wells,
Magazine,
Brothers Johnson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suburban Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
Spandau Ballet,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
Pantaleimon,
Toni Rubio,
Black Sheep,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
Derrick Morgan,
Angry Samoans,
Nirvana,
The Angels of Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Faust,
Hashim,
Mr. Review,
Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
The Cure,
Bronski Beat,
Terry Callier,
Pierre Henry,
Archie Shepp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brand Nubian,
Pere Ubu,
The Invisible,
H. Thieme,
Q65,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Foxx,
Sixth Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
The Fall,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
Lee Hazlewood,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.