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 Australia 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Tubeway Army to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Marmalade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Bananas,
The Offenders,
Wolf Eyes,
Masters at Work,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Human League,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian,
Agitation Free,
Television,
Black Flag,
Agent Orange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Real Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
New Order,
H. Thieme,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats,
Icehouse,
Swell Maps,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tom Boy,
Ronnie Foster,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.