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 Sweden and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Modern Lovers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
the Association,
Warsaw,
Altered Images,
Tommy Roe,
Tom Boy,
The Cowsills,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monks,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
Sarah Menescal,
Frankie Knuckles,
Slave,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Bowie,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
Joy Division,
Piero Umiliani,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rapeman,
Duran Duran,
Jerry's Kids,
Cymande,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust,
The Selecter,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
Nico,
T. Rex,
Warren Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.