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 Cape Verde and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Star Department,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
Wings,
Livin' Joy,
The Durutti Column,
Agitation Free,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
Essential Logic,
Rites of Spring,
The Pop Group,
The Toasters,
Crime,
Easy Going,
Robert Hood,
kango's stein massive,
Anthony Braxton,
Lalann,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
Hashim,
KRS-One,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near,
Maurizio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sonny Sharrock,
Guru Guru,
The Monks,
Joy Division,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yaz,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.