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 Kosovo and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Skarface to the disco 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Thompson Twins,
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms,
Mandrill,
The Motions,
The Martian,
Iggy Pop,
David McCallum,
DNA,
Freddie Wadling,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
Boredoms,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
Kerri Chandler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
Inner City,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxette,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
Livin' Joy,
The Fall,
The Selecter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Byron Stingily,
Excepter,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Derrick Morgan,
MDC,
Mars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
MC5,
Lower 48,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
Wings,
Stiv Bators,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Sheep,
Bill Wells,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.