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 New Zealand and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Moebius to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin 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 linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marmalade,
Kerri Chandler,
Desert Stars,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sandy B,
Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Dirtbombs,
The Slackers,
Reuben Wilson,
Swell Maps,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Swans,
PIL,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
World's Most,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
Stiv Bators,
The Remains,
Sexual Harrassment,
Joensuu 1685,
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
Vainqueur,
Pulsallama,
Delta 5,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Skatalites,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Rundgren,
Deadbeat,
Piero Umiliani,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Spoonie Gee,
Zapp,
Oblivians,
One Last Wish,
China Crisis,
Maurizio,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.