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 Russia and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 The Five Americans to the grunge 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Symarip,
The Doors,
The Fall,
The Velvet Underground,
Neil Young,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Minnie Riperton,
Crooked Eye,
Crime,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Iggy Pop,
Soft Cell,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Prunes,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Modern Lovers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
Adolescents,
K-Klass,
X-101,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
Little Man,
Patti Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Ohio Players,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
Quando Quango,
The Techniques,
Sound Behaviour,
Boogie Down Productions,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
The Searchers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
T.S.O.L.,
Angry Samoans,
Black Pus,
The Blackbyrds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Freddie Wadling,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.