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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
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 808 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 One Last Wish to the techno 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
John Coltrane,
Cybotron,
cv313,
Dennis Brown,
Magma,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Aswad,
Matthew Halsall,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Bourne,
Electric Prunes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Funky Four + One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Chrome,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
Television,
Black Flag,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
Surgeon,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Pus,
Hasil Adkins,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
The Index,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Barry Ungar,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim,
The Mummies,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.