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 Nicaragua and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Leaves,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
Eurythmics,
EPMD,
The Divine Comedy,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
the Bar-Kays,
Tubeway Army,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Byrd,
Whodini,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gabor Szabo,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brand Nubian,
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arcadia,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
Minutemen,
Rekid,
ABBA,
Cecil Taylor,
Country Teasers,
Kenny Larkin,
Porter Ricks,
Minnie Riperton,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
Isaac Hayes,
the Human League,
In Retrospect,
The Offenders,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.