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 Nepal and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk 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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Motions,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
Quando Quango,
Saccharine Trust,
Cal Tjader,
Eric Dolphy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Yellowson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dark Day,
Graham Central Station,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
Wally Richardson,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
Second Layer,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Davy DMX,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
Groovy Waters,
Eden Ahbez,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
Sugar Minott,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.