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 Bahrain and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
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 organ 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 Minny Pops to the funk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sam Rivers,
Public Enemy,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Toni Rubio,
The Last Poets,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
the Bar-Kays,
Tommy Roe,
Scratch Acid,
James Chance & The Contortions,
EPMD,
Harry Pussy,
Barrington Levy,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
These Immortal Souls,
Fear,
Cymande,
Scientists,
Rod Modell,
Soulsonic Force,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cure,
Faust,
U.S. Maple,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick Morgan,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Clear Light,
Charles Mingus,
OOIOO,
Franke,
Interpol,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
D'Angelo,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.