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 Cambodia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Gladiators to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liliput,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jesper Dahlback,
PIL,
Black Moon,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Goldenarms,
Ohio Players,
Kaleidoscope,
Rufus Thomas,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Last Poets,
The Sonics,
OOIOO,
Graham Central Station,
Popol Vuh,
the Soft Cell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
a-ha,
The Names,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
The Sound,
Parry Music,
Suicide,
Glambeats Corp.,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Sheep,
Rapeman,
The Barracudas,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Youth Brigade,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Mills,
The Angels of Light,
The Smoke,
Erasure,
Minnie Riperton,
The Leaves,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
Shuggie Otis,
Groovy Waters,
The Kinks,
The Neon Judgement,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.