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 Tunisia and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ronan to the disco 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
10cc,
Slave,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mantronix,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
Bill Near,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Smog,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Smiths,
Faraquet,
The Busters,
Surgeon,
Newcleus,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
Japan,
One Last Wish,
The Toasters,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Derrick Morgan,
OOIOO,
Joey Negro,
the Association,
John Lydon,
Sandy B,
Peter and Kerry,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
a-ha,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.