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 South Sudan and from Cairo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Beijing.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 The Associates to the punk 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
FM Einheit,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
Little Man,
Lyres,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rod Modell,
Freddie Wadling,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
AZ,
Minny Pops,
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Swans,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tommy Roe,
Q65,
Rufus Thomas,
The Techniques,
Fatback Band,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
The Real Kids,
Fat Boys,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
MC5,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.