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 Nauru and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer 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 Zeros to the crunk 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Motorama,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
World's Most,
Chris Corsano,
The Barracudas,
The Human League,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
Danielle Patucci,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultra Naté,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Con Funk Shun,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies,
The Victims,
The Gap Band,
Circle Jerks,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
Kayak,
Spandau Ballet,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kenny Larkin,
Thee Headcoats,
Henry Cow,
Alton Ellis,
Icehouse,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.