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 Afghanistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smog to the rap 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 Althea and Donna. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Gun Club,
New Order,
Electric Prunes,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eddi Front,
Agent Orange,
T. Rex,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
Tom Boy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blake Baxter,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Dolphy,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
The Happenings,
Crooked Eye,
Soulsonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
Rites of Spring,
Monks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Smog,
Hot Snakes,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
Lindisfarne,
World's Most,
Ossler,
T.S.O.L.,
Kurtis Blow,
The Fall,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes,
The Pop Group,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.