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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Underground Resistance to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dead Boys,
Harmonia,
Byron Stingily,
The Sonics,
The Detroit Cobras,
Brothers Johnson,
The Star Department,
Subhumans,
Vainqueur,
Dark Day,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
Ultravox,
Popol Vuh,
The Victims,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
The Evens,
The Last Poets,
Los Fastidios,
Swans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terrestrial Tones,
Outsiders,
The American Breed,
The Red Krayola,
Cal Tjader,
Funky Four + One,
Michelle Simonal,
Sällskapet,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
The Litter,
Danielle Patucci,
The Modern Lovers,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
Ossler,
Simply Red,
Organ,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
Drexciya,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
Siglo XX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
Tres Demented,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.