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 Cuba and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Leonard Cohen to the disco 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brand Nubian,
Flipper,
The Cowsills,
Magma,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond,
the Slits,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Five Americans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
Trumans Water,
The Moleskins,
Aaron Thompson,
Terrestrial Tones,
Y Pants,
U.S. Maple,
Severed Heads,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
Soft Machine,
Letta Mbulu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
The Motions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barry Ungar,
Eurythmics,
Tom Boy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bob Dylan,
The Monks,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Sonics,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.