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 Tanzania and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Au Pairs to the techno 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sun City Girls,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
The Stooges,
The Names,
Outsiders,
The Shadows of Knight,
Iggy Pop,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Cale,
Deakin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Livin' Joy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Niagra,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
Neil Young,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
Scan 7,
David Bowie,
MC5,
David McCallum,
Alice Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brass Construction,
Bad Manners,
Tom Boy,
The Fall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
The Grass Roots,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
The Standells,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Technova,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.