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 Malawi and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 KRS-One 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Maurizio,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jacob Miller,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
Yellowson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Victims,
Sixth Finger,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cure,
Chrome,
Gang Starr,
Todd Terry,
Dennis Brown,
The Searchers,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
Kaleidoscope,
MC5,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Mars,
Soft Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gun Club,
Colin Newman,
Trumans Water,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
Flipper,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Marvin Gaye,
The Durutti Column,
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.