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 Romania 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Association to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vainqueur,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
Wolf Eyes,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Erasure,
Albert Ayler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
Deakin,
Kaleidoscope,
Neu!,
Robert Wyatt,
Severed Heads,
Frankie Knuckles,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Oneida,
Jawbox,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quantec,
June of 44,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
Nik Kershaw,
Easy Going,
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Supertramp,
Ohio Players,
Alton Ellis,
Tears for Fears,
Khruangbin,
Patti Smith,
Black Sheep,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Funky Four + One,
Fad Gadget,
Jerry's Kids,
Sällskapet,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.