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 Congo and from Shanghai.
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 Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Q65 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Rod Modell,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
Thompson Twins,
Magma,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Loose Ends,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
Rapeman,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Happenings,
Lightning Bolt,
Urselle,
The Skatalites,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grauzone,
Deakin,
KRS-One,
Dead Boys,
Sandy B,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
Smog,
Malaria!,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
The Selecter,
The Move,
Technova,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
UT,
Jawbox,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy Collins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Pagans,
The Black Dice,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.