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 Uganda and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Depeche Mode to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
JFA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers,
Sonic Youth,
Jandek,
Isaac Hayes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Whodini,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
Oneida,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
The Barracudas,
Gang Green,
Mark Hollis,
Index,
Scion,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
Agent Orange,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Judy Mowatt,
Vladislav Delay,
Matthew Halsall,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
Unwound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q65,
Rapeman,
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
MDC,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
The Electric Prunes,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.