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 Honduras and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crime to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
the Association,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
The Human League,
The Red Krayola,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash,
Swans,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mission of Burma,
Moby Grape,
UT,
Metal Thangz,
Sällskapet,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
Stetsasonic,
The Star Department,
Arthur Verocai,
Hardrive,
Camberwell Now,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marine Girls,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nico,
Rod Modell,
Monks,
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
John Foxx,
Black Sheep,
Pantytec,
Clear Light,
Monolake,
Matthew Halsall,
ABBA,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.