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 Ukraine and from Jakarta.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Drexciya to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Lalo Schifrin,
Piero Umiliani,
Warren Ellis,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
The Invisible,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish,
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jawbox,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
Ituana,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxette,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
UT,
Ken Boothe,
Judy Mowatt,
Icehouse,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
Smog,
Adolescents,
L. Decosne,
Lou Christie,
The Mojo Men,
The American Breed,
Whodini,
The Smiths,
The Modern Lovers,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fortunes,
Lucky Dragons,
James White and The Blacks,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Interpol,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Pantaleimon,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.