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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
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 Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Monolake to the techno 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pulsallama 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?
MDC,
Y Pants,
Zapp,
Supertramp,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bauhaus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Byrd,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
The Stooges,
The Durutti Column,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Morten Harket,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
Model 500,
the Slits,
Panda Bear,
Mission of Burma,
The Cramps,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy Collins,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
EPMD,
Lalann,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Sheep,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
Icehouse,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
Rapeman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Main Source,
Cybotron,
Nas,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
Judy Mowatt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.