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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton 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 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 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 B.T. Express to the electroclash 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultravox,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kerri Chandler,
Sällskapet,
Marvin Gaye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Todd Terry,
Todd Rundgren,
Mad Mike,
Hashim,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Deadbeat,
Flipper,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
Mission of Burma,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
Charles Mingus,
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
Jawbox,
Massinfluence,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
Buzzcocks,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
CMW,
Inner City,
Matthew Bourne,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
Pagans,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Surgeon,
Zapp,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
Faraquet,
The Walker Brothers,
Q65,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Black Dice,
Alphaville,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.