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 Cuba and from Tehran.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
Wolf Eyes,
KRS-One,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
Fad Gadget,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
Stiv Bators,
Bob Dylan,
Model 500,
Japan,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
Lindisfarne,
Harmonia,
Amon Düül,
John Holt,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
8 Eyed Spy,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
Pulsallama,
Minutemen,
Gong,
The Mojo Men,
The Vogues,
Alison Limerick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sugar Minott,
Letta Mbulu,
Deakin,
Tres Demented,
The Toasters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mantronix,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Normal,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
Charles Mingus,
Whodini,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.