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 Liechtenstein and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Byron Stingily to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
World's Most,
Severed Heads,
Ituana,
Sandy B,
Suburban Knight,
The Remains,
Crispian St. Peters,
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
kango's stein massive,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz,
The Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines,
The Zeros,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
The Wake,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang of Four,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
Infiniti,
The Gladiators,
Thee Headcoats,
Jawbox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sällskapet,
The Real Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Erykah Badu,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Kas Product,
DJ Style,
UT,
Flipper,
Urselle,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Essential Logic,
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
Ludus,
John Foxx,
Japan,
Rosa Yemen,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.