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 Liechtenstein 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Flipper 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
10cc,
Soulsonic Force,
Althea and Donna,
Mo-Dettes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
The Saints,
Nick Fraelich,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Parry Music,
The Durutti Column,
Black Flag,
Bauhaus,
Fatback Band,
David Bowie,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
The Dirtbombs,
Camouflage,
Scrapy,
Inner City,
The Offenders,
Jeff Lynne,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Silicon Teens,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
Michelle Simonal,
Make Up,
kango's stein massive,
The Smiths,
AZ,
Livin' Joy,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
Archie Shepp,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
Lucky Dragons,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Charles Mingus,
Interpol,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
KRS-One,
Television,
Deadbeat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.