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 Chile and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Wings to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
Television,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
Massinfluence,
Sun Ra,
Howard Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Funky Four + One,
Maleditus Sound,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
Crime,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
the Germs,
Pere Ubu,
Laurel Aitken,
The Wake,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
D'Angelo,
E-Dancer,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
Aural Exciters,
The Angels of Light,
Babytalk,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Hood,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Delon & Dalcan,
The New Christs,
Lucky Dragons,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.