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 Vanuatu and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
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 synthesizer 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 L. Decosne to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zapp,
Mark Hollis,
Inner City,
Ronan,
John Foxx,
Royal Trux,
This Heat,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Duran Duran,
Ronnie Foster,
The Associates,
Drexciya,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Zeros,
Drive Like Jehu,
Essential Logic,
Joy Division,
Susan Cadogan,
Mandrill,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lower 48,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Television Personalities,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
Eurythmics,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
The Young Rascals,
Kurtis Blow,
K-Klass,
The Gun Club,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ralphi Rosario,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Idris Muhammad,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.