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 Zambia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 John Holt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
The Residents,
Deakin,
Whodini,
Au Pairs,
Das Ding,
World's Most,
DNA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
Deepchord,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
Smog,
Japan,
Camouflage,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
Severed Heads,
Flash Fearless,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
The Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
Goldenarms,
Hoover,
Echospace,
T.S.O.L.,
Fad Gadget,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Schoolly D,
Roxy Music,
Section 25,
Babytalk,
Junior Murvin,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
Sexual Harrassment,
Warren Ellis,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.