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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the guitar 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 Martian to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Whodini,
Severed Heads,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
Glenn Branca,
The Saints,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moebius,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Germs,
The Trojans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
Visage,
Mr. Review,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
Skriet,
Hardrive,
Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
Scion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barrington Levy,
Colin Newman,
The Beau Brummels,
Terry Callier,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
The Techniques,
Yusef Lateef,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.