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 Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
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 808 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the dance 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
Liliput,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June of 44,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
Hashim,
Television,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fela Kuti,
Technova,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Zapp,
Tres Demented,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marvin Gaye,
Quantec,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fluxion,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echospace,
Camberwell Now,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
Harmonia,
AZ,
Whodini,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crooked Eye,
Dennis Brown,
Scan 7,
Marc Almond,
Hot Snakes,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
Depeche Mode,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultravox,
Shoche,
Todd Terry,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.