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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Blake Baxter to the jazz 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party 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?
Los Fastidios,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
Reagan Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Green,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
The Walker Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Soul II Soul,
John Foxx,
Cecil Taylor,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rod Modell,
The Detroit Cobras,
PIL,
The Black Dice,
X-Ray Spex,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
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Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
Lungfish,
Janne Schatter,
Little Man,
Man Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Can,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
DNA,
Cameo,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
the Slits,
Colin Newman,
Camouflage,
Technova,
The Velvet Underground,
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.