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 Mauritius and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jerry's Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Marmalade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Golliwogs,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
Harry Pussy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
Groovy Waters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
D'Angelo,
Barry Ungar,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare,
La Düsseldorf,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
Sister Nancy,
The J.B.'s,
Fad Gadget,
Audionom,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gladiators,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
Desert Stars,
ABBA,
Ten City,
The Walker Brothers,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Slackers,
Marine Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Eddi Front,
Swell Maps,
Infiniti,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacques Brel,
Joey Negro,
Pet Shop Boys,
Davy DMX,
Bang On A Can,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultravox,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.