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 United States 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Man Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Shuggie Otis,
OOIOO,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grauzone,
Black Moon,
Goldenarms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oblivians,
Jacob Miller,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
The Index,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
Lungfish,
Flash Fearless,
Rosa Yemen,
The Tremeloes,
Byron Stingily,
Wolf Eyes,
Schoolly D,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wally Richardson,
Agent Orange,
Magma,
Masters at Work,
Janne Schatter,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Circle Jerks,
Drexciya,
The Cure,
Bob Dylan,
Silicon Teens,
Joey Negro,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soulsonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
Marc Almond,
Shoche,
The Gap Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Unwound,
Anakelly,
Gang Green,
Marine Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
Nik Kershaw,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.