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 Swaziland and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tim Buckley to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Ultra Naté,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eddi Front,
Graham Central Station,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül II,
The Wake,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
The Litter,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
The Sound,
Dave Gahan,
Josef K,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Doors,
Surgeon,
The Black Dice,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Thompson Twins,
Quantec,
The Residents,
Siglo XX,
Yaz,
Oblivians,
Goldenarms,
Arab on Radar,
Liliput,
Hoover,
Letta Mbulu,
Franke,
Funkadelic,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
Visage,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ken Boothe,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lakeside,
EPMD,
Kenny Larkin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Intrusion,
The Divine Comedy,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.