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 Haiti 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Excepter to the punk 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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Panda Bear,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
Warren Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Jeff Mills,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
PIL,
Can,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
Surgeon,
Mandrill,
David Axelrod,
Desert Stars,
Zapp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
The Searchers,
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
Black Moon,
The Misunderstood,
Wire,
The Offenders,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
Glenn Branca,
The Sound,
Gang of Four,
Man Parrish,
Judy Mowatt,
Circle Jerks,
Boz Scaggs,
One Last Wish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
Swell Maps,
Henry Cow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
Brand Nubian,
The Birthday Party,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
Dark Day,
Ludus,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
Franke,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.