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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the funk 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Janne Schatter,
Moby Grape,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ossler,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
The Associates,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Lakeside,
Ituana,
Juan Atkins,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Donald Byrd,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kayak,
Young Marble Giants,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Amon Düül,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Japan,
Y Pants,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
The Buckinghams,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
Qualms,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.