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 Maldives 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 guitar 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 The Fortunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy Collins,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
Monolake,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Whodini,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Patti Smith,
Dave Gahan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
Max Romeo,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Names,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
Popol Vuh,
Outsiders,
Yaz,
Buzzcocks,
Quando Quango,
Clear Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Adolescents,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
Technova,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Red Krayola,
Jeff Mills,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
Sarah Menescal,
Bob Dylan,
Man Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.