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 Romania and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Marc Almond to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neu!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
Dual Sessions,
Surgeon,
Scan 7,
Henry Cow,
48th St. Collective,
Dorothy Ashby,
Althea and Donna,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
Al Stewart,
Cymande,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yusef Lateef,
Liliput,
Quadrant,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
The Litter,
Mantronix,
Metal Thangz,
The Pop Group,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Eli Mardock,
The Invisible,
ABBA,
Japan,
Mission of Burma,
The Young Rascals,
Idris Muhammad,
Sexual Harrassment,
Erasure,
Absolute Body Control,
Barry Ungar,
Cluster,
Sun City Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Swans,
Pulsallama,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.