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 Norway 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis 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?
Fear,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Martian,
Bobby Sherman,
Janne Schatter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Zeros,
Radiohead,
Subhumans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deepchord,
The Knickerbockers,
Judy Mowatt,
Q and Not U,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Doors,
The Motions,
The Cowsills,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soft Cell,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
The Durutti Column,
Marmalade,
Sexual Harrassment,
Soul II Soul,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
Rekid,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
Talk Talk,
John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Fall,
Wire,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
Technova,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ituana,
Qualms,
Fad Gadget,
the Swans,
Warren Ellis,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.