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 Ireland and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Sixth Finger to the rap 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
10cc,
Faust,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Duran Duran,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu,
The Fire Engines,
The Young Rascals,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
ABBA,
the Association,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
FM Einheit,
Echospace,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Michelle Simonal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Durutti Column,
Fugazi,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Sheep,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
T. Rex,
Roger Hodgson,
Pere Ubu,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flash Fearless,
Gong,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul Sonic Force,
T.S.O.L.,
the Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
The Wake,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Almond,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fad Gadget,
The Red Krayola,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
UT,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.