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 Mauritius and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Angry Samoans to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Anthony Braxton,
Flipper,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
The Count Five,
Angry Samoans,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
Tim Buckley,
Black Flag,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
David Bowie,
The Leaves,
The Associates,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camberwell Now,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wasted Youth,
The Gladiators,
The Human League,
Henry Cow,
Josef K,
the Bar-Kays,
Dave Gahan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tommy Roe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Visage,
Organ,
Moss Icon,
Albert Ayler,
Suicide,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Negative Approach,
The Fortunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Victims,
Suburban Knight,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The American Breed,
Dawn Penn,
the Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
The Buckinghams,
Ultimate Spinach,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
The Doors,
Junior Murvin,
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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.