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 Ukraine and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Blancmange to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
Television,
Youth Brigade,
Funky Four + One,
The Trojans,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Siglo XX,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Stiv Bators,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
Connie Case,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Chris & Cosey,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Morten Harket,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
Inner City,
The Moody Blues,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
The Smiths,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.