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 United States and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 marimba 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 The Dead C to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Smog,
Minutemen,
Tres Demented,
World's Most,
Rekid,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
The Star Department,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kenny Larkin,
Sonic Youth,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
Warsaw,
Magazine,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Man Parrish,
Chrome,
Kayak,
The Names,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Quadrant,
The Gories,
Max Romeo,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Isaac Hayes,
Sister Nancy,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
Unwound,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joy Division,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Doobie Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
Al Stewart,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.