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 Romania and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Prince Buster to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moleskins,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Brick,
Darondo,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minor Threat,
the Slits,
The Litter,
Aaron Thompson,
Aural Exciters,
Tres Demented,
The Names,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
AZ,
Matthew Halsall,
Zapp,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eddi Front,
Country Teasers,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
The Beau Brummels,
Josef K,
Roger Hodgson,
Sixth Finger,
Television Personalities,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.