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 Bulgaria and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Nik Kershaw to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Popol Vuh,
K-Klass,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
Ultra Naté,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Brothers Johnson,
Vainqueur,
Cameo,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
Roxy Music,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
The Litter,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
a-ha,
Black Sheep,
The Moody Blues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Stiv Bators,
Zapp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joey Negro,
Sixth Finger,
The Gun Club,
The Five Americans,
The Raincoats,
Smog,
June of 44,
Patti Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Chris Corsano,
Radiohead,
Franke,
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry,
Infiniti,
Scan 7,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Sarah Menescal,
Rufus Thomas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.