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 Pakistan and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blackbyrds to the funk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Unwound,
The Pretty Things,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
Lower 48,
Black Flag,
Royal Trux,
T. Rex,
Derrick May,
Smog,
Das Ding,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Altered Images,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
DJ Style,
The Associates,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barry Ungar,
Scientists,
Wire,
Section 25,
The Moleskins,
The Move,
Eurythmics,
Saccharine Trust,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
Scion,
Ronan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Silicon Teens,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Cale,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
Urselle,
June of 44,
One Last Wish,
Sun City Girls,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Outsiders,
K-Klass,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
Y Pants,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.