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 Kyrgyzstan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Evens to the grunge 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
Average White Band,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Hoover,
Marcia Griffiths,
Echospace,
Scion,
Tubeway Army,
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dead Boys,
Kayak,
Yaz,
Fela Kuti,
Reagan Youth,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Flash Fearless,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
Ken Boothe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chrome,
Young Marble Giants,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
Ludus,
Angry Samoans,
Sugar Minott,
Neu!,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
Talk Talk,
The Index,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Womack,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Country Teasers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June of 44,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moss Icon,
Bluetip,
Rites of Spring,
The Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.