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 Sierra Leone and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet 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 Sonny Sharrock to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Television,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Surgeon,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
Derrick Morgan,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Funkadelic,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Country Teasers,
Quantec,
Japan,
Crash Course in Science,
Hashim,
Fluxion,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Hill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terry Callier,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
the Association,
Robert Görl,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Josef K,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
Simply Red,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
Desert Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.