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 Fiji and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camouflage to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
LL Cool J,
Kaleidoscope,
The Techniques,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
Connie Case,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
Cheater Slicks,
Juan Atkins,
The Skatalites,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
Soft Cell,
The Leaves,
Arthur Verocai,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Infiniti,
Ohio Players,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
Echospace,
Niagra,
EPMD,
Average White Band,
The Last Poets,
Delta 5,
Lyres,
The Smiths,
U.S. Maple,
Eurythmics,
Bill Wells,
Funkadelic,
Minor Threat,
DNA,
The Zeros,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blackbyrds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Circle Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Deakin,
Nation of Ulysses,
T.S.O.L.,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.