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 Malaysia and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 10cc to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
PIL,
Crime,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
Deepchord,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Outsiders,
Altered Images,
New Age Steppers,
The Moody Blues,
Todd Rundgren,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hardrive,
June of 44,
Judy Mowatt,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
Pet Shop Boys,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
Lucky Dragons,
Sarah Menescal,
Parry Music,
Fear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yazoo,
Rekid,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
The Happenings,
The Blackbyrds,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
Harry Pussy,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
ABC,
the Human League,
Aloha Tigers,
The Birthday Party,
Dawn Penn,
the Soft Cell,
Moebius,
The Alarm Clocks,
Franke,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.