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 Equatorial Guinea and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the disco 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Drexciya,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
Subhumans,
Pole,
Amazonics,
Sandy B,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Average White Band,
Porter Ricks,
The Tremeloes,
Don Cherry,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Blake Baxter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Monolake,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television Personalities,
Lungfish,
X-102,
Robert Görl,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Human League,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
Dead Boys,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits,
Junior Murvin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
The Cowsills,
Basic Channel,
Whodini,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Byron Stingily,
Joey Negro,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
AZ,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Idris Muhammad,
Vainqueur,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
The Black Dice,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.