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 Sweden and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Saints to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Organ,
Q65,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
Babytalk,
Cecil Taylor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Depeche Mode,
The Techniques,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Young Marble Giants,
Grey Daturas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Derrick May,
Faraquet,
Make Up,
Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Bar-Kays,
Radiopuhelimet,
Niagra,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
Delta 5,
The Stooges,
The Move,
Freddie Wadling,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
The New Christs,
Subhumans,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
Nico,
MDC,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
Jandek,
The Moleskins,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.