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 Madagascar and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Camouflage,
John Lydon,
Sex Pistols,
Accadde A,
Sister Nancy,
Mars,
The Vogues,
The Move,
Gang of Four,
Infiniti,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
Max Romeo,
Visage,
Sixth Finger,
Al Stewart,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crime,
Yazoo,
The Cramps,
In Retrospect,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
Oblivians,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Near,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Modern Lovers,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dave Clark Five,
Smog,
Bluetip,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Bush Tetras,
Ponytail,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kayak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.