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 Turkmenistan and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
ABBA,
Lou Christie,
Television,
Wings,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
The Busters,
The Zeros,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
Von Mondo,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
Aloha Tigers,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scientists,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Sneak,
Archie Shepp,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
The Slits,
Liliput,
U.S. Maple,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
Josef K,
Kevin Saunderson,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Henry Cow,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Desert Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Unwound,
The Music Machine,
Outsiders,
Franke,
Q65,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.