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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Subhumans,
AZ,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
Sällskapet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stiv Bators,
Adolescents,
Eurythmics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Buzzcocks,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
Cybotron,
Ronan,
Eli Mardock,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
Wire,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fort Wilson Riot,
In Retrospect,
Barrington Levy,
Toni Rubio,
The Music Machine,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
Groovy Waters,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.