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 Morocco and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Toni Rubio to the grunge 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Birthday Party,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ituana,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Metal Thangz,
Heaven 17,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Victims,
Deakin,
Juan Atkins,
the Soft Cell,
UT,
Isaac Hayes,
Morten Harket,
Mars,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Grey Daturas,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Sight & Sound,
This Heat,
a-ha,
These Immortal Souls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Faust,
Rites of Spring,
Ice-T,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
The Raincoats,
Maurizio,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Carl Craig,
Sex Pistols,
Peter and Kerry,
Soulsonic Force,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.