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 Romania 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Index to the punk 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Teasers,
Tres Demented,
Urselle,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scott Walker,
Technova,
Joey Negro,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most,
Nils Olav,
Jacques Brel,
the Human League,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Association,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
Make Up,
Crooked Eye,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shuggie Otis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Wyatt,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
Rakim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angry Samoans,
The Pretty Things,
The Martian,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.