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 Malawi and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ice-T to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Heaven 17,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Brick,
Blossom Toes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
Sam Rivers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
Magazine,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
the Normal,
The Fire Engines,
Nico,
Ludus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joyce Sims,
L. Decosne,
X-101,
Shoche,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bauhaus,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
a-ha,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dennis Brown,
Porter Ricks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Subhumans,
Mo-Dettes,
CMW,
La Düsseldorf,
Country Teasers,
Groovy Waters,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
FM Einheit,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.