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 Maldives and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Alphaville to the techno 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Chris Corsano,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Guru Guru,
Bauhaus,
Masters at Work,
The Kinks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ossler,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronnie Foster,
Can,
New Age Steppers,
Bluetip,
John Lydon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog,
The Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Radiohead,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
The Zeros,
The J.B.'s,
Johnny Osbourne,
Morten Harket,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doobie Brothers,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Goldenarms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Severed Heads,
Stereo Dub,
Soft Machine,
Pantaleimon,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Warren Ellis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.