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 Niger and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kerri Chandler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks,
Jawbox,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
The Divine Comedy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mojo Men,
Pylon,
Kas Product,
Eli Mardock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
The Evens,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Moon,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
Television Personalities,
Dawn Penn,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Second Layer,
CMW,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fuzztones,
Supertramp,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
Excepter,
The Smiths,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
FM Einheit,
Ronan,
Isaac Hayes,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
Cheater Slicks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.