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 Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Gregory Isaacs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
Pierre Henry,
D'Angelo,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
CMW,
Amon Düül II,
Blake Baxter,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
The Smoke,
Massinfluence,
Ohio Players,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Average White Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
Easy Going,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bronski Beat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
a-ha,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
The Cure,
The Evens,
The Names,
The Blackbyrds,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Green,
Suicide,
DJ Sneak,
Lyres,
Brick,
The Angels of Light,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
the Germs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
Camouflage,
Radiopuhelimet,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Darondo,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.