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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Basic Channel to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
Matthew Halsall,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sex Pistols,
Magazine,
Yaz,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
X-101,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
OOIOO,
AZ,
the Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
Crime,
Make Up,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
Sister Nancy,
Warsaw,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cymande,
Sällskapet,
Moby Grape,
Icehouse,
Fela Kuti,
The J.B.'s,
Maleditus Sound,
The Fuzztones,
World's Most,
Jeff Lynne,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Massinfluence,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fugs,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.