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 Sweden and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Lou Reed 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 Red Krayola to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
Tomorrow,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
Tim Buckley,
Groovy Waters,
Can,
Josef K,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Sister Nancy,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soul II Soul,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
Theoretical Girls,
ABBA,
The Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
Unwound,
Radiohead,
Dawn Penn,
Lucky Dragons,
Man Parrish,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The American Breed,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
Peter and Kerry,
Intrusion,
Fad Gadget,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
Sun City Girls,
Gong,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
Porter Ricks,
Scion,
Index,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.