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 Poland 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 The Tremeloes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Litter,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
Lakeside,
Joey Negro,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
World's Most,
The Pop Group,
The Smiths,
Wire,
the Human League,
The New Christs,
Bad Manners,
Hot Snakes,
Jacob Miller,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
K-Klass,
DNA,
Masters at Work,
Sandy B,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
The Toasters,
Matthew Bourne,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Agitation Free,
the Bar-Kays,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mojo Men,
The Skatalites,
Cheater Slicks,
the Germs,
Scientists,
EPMD,
Junior Murvin,
The Saints,
Sarah Menescal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lungfish,
Schoolly D,
Zapp,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.