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 Costa Rica and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Real Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dave Gahan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Joy Division,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Christie,
Joyce Sims,
Rekid,
June Days,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
Fat Boys,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Searchers,
Oblivians,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Easy Going,
Los Fastidios,
Ossler,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
Bauhaus,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
the Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Monks,
Brand Nubian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Cure,
The Busters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shuggie Otis,
Fad Gadget,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scan 7,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.