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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
La Düsseldorf,
Malaria!,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Standells,
Bush Tetras,
The Fortunes,
John Lydon,
DJ Sneak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
the Bar-Kays,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Womack,
The Motions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skriet,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
Nas,
The Invisible,
Essential Logic,
The Black Dice,
Visage,
Arab on Radar,
The Buckinghams,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Echospace,
Make Up,
the Human League,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gong,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
Vainqueur,
Monolake,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.