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 Sierra Leone and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Eve St. Jones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
OOIOO,
Lindisfarne,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
Alice Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
Wolf Eyes,
China Crisis,
The Blues Magoos,
Harmonia,
Thompson Twins,
The Wake,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
Second Layer,
The Techniques,
UT,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gap Band,
Cybotron,
Henry Cow,
Gang Starr,
Niagra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
the Swans,
Flipper,
Suburban Knight,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
Albert Ayler,
Electric Prunes,
The Names,
Nik Kershaw,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Motorama,
Darondo,
Piero Umiliani,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.