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 Nigeria and from London.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Desert Stars to the grunge 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monolake,
The Gap Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
Sun City Girls,
Lindisfarne,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q65,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moss Icon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
World's Most,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
David Bowie,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
Magma,
Fear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
Ohio Players,
Deadbeat,
The Walker Brothers,
Malaria!,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Selecter,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Masters at Work,
Slick Rick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scrapy,
Cecil Taylor,
Harry Pussy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dennis Brown,
Soulsonic Force,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Laurel Aitken,
Visage,
The Fall,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.