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 Somalia and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Tom Verlaine 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 rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
New Order,
EPMD,
Faraquet,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
Tomorrow,
Hashim,
Ultravox,
The Moleskins,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Peter & Gordon,
Pere Ubu,
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
Freddie Wadling,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ponytail,
Gerry Rafferty,
Eric Dolphy,
Y Pants,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter and Kerry,
The Toasters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Move,
Fugazi,
Pole,
Black Pus,
Michelle Simonal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scan 7,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash,
a-ha,
Clear Light,
Japan,
The Offenders,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
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.