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 Nepal and from Lagos.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Duran Duran to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Monks,
the Human League,
Flash Fearless,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
Camouflage,
The Cure,
Organ,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
Newcleus,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
Royal Trux,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Pus,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
Masters at Work,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gap Band,
Ossler,
Slave,
The United States of America,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
Mandrill,
Deakin,
Rites of Spring,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Searchers,
Absolute Body Control,
Archie Shepp,
Bang On A Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Grey Daturas,
Al Stewart,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tres Demented,
Dawn Penn,
Rapeman,
Sun City Girls,
PIL,
Oblivians,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.