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 Syria and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Josef K to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Monolake,
Sight & Sound,
The Invisible,
CMW,
T. Rex,
Davy DMX,
Television,
John Cale,
Ice-T,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moleskins,
Swans,
the Swans,
Iggy Pop,
Sällskapet,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Underground Resistance,
Quantec,
Alison Limerick,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pulsallama,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Infiniti,
Intrusion,
Max Romeo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Organ,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
Easy Going,
ABBA,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul,
the Soft Cell,
Pylon,
Laurel Aitken,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stiv Bators,
Ten City,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.