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 Laos and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
Urselle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter and Kerry,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Evens,
Tommy Roe,
Dead Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
A Certain Ratio,
Pantytec,
Laurel Aitken,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté,
Lyres,
Mantronix,
Circle Jerks,
Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
JFA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
Brick,
Alton Ellis,
Matthew Bourne,
Faraquet,
Agitation Free,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ultravox,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.