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 the UAE and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the disco 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Gories,
Buzzcocks,
Bizarre Inc.,
D'Angelo,
Eddi Front,
The Names,
Piero Umiliani,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
Junior Murvin,
Patti Smith,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pussy Galore,
Fugazi,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
Wasted Youth,
Sonic Youth,
Minor Threat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Hood,
John Lydon,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
Goldenarms,
the Human League,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Style,
Gong,
Hashim,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Mad Mike,
Sandy B,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.