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 Papua New Guinea 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fire Engines,
Icehouse,
Zero Boys,
Blake Baxter,
This Heat,
These Immortal Souls,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
Absolute Body Control,
Dorothy Ashby,
Q65,
Make Up,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu,
Ituana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The New Christs,
Nas,
Royal Trux,
Sarah Menescal,
The Monks,
Flash Fearless,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Maurizio,
Essential Logic,
Brass Construction,
Tears for Fears,
Derrick Morgan,
Underground Resistance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
Fear,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
Brand Nubian,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Crime,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.