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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Make Up to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
The Golliwogs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ornette Coleman,
Rapeman,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
Black Sheep,
Q and Not U,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Echospace,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
Alice Coltrane,
B.T. Express,
Mad Mike,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy,
David Bowie,
Dual Sessions,
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
Skaos,
Guru Guru,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Technova,
Neil Young,
Dave Gahan,
Country Teasers,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
Moss Icon,
Tim Buckley,
Altered Images,
R.M.O.,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker,
Nick Fraelich,
Qualms,
Anthony Braxton,
Leonard Cohen,
Pantaleimon,
Negative Approach,
Niagra,
Danielle Patucci,
Electric Prunes,
Deadbeat,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Masters at Work,
Judy Mowatt,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.