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 Taiwan and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hot Snakes to the jazz 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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
Parry Music,
Hashim,
The American Breed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang of Four,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy Collins,
the Slits,
Spandau Ballet,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tres Demented,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bauhaus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suburban Knight,
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
The Skatalites,
The Pretty Things,
Lalo Schifrin,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eve St. Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Clarke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
The Seeds,
Roger Hodgson,
Massinfluence,
Gerry Rafferty,
China Crisis,
Youth Brigade,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
Nirvana,
Chrome,
Chris & Cosey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.