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 East Timor and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Velvet Underground to the crunk 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Accadde A,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill,
Sound Behaviour,
Ten City,
The Beau Brummels,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
Black Moon,
This Heat,
Sun Ra,
Thompson Twins,
Junior Murvin,
Trumans Water,
Sun City Girls,
Ice-T,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Danielle Patucci,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bill Near,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Morten Harket,
Masters at Work,
Niagra,
The Fall,
The Moody Blues,
Cameo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Hardrive,
Negative Approach,
The Motions,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
Scrapy,
Simply Red,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Boredoms,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
The Count Five,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
Monolake,
The Smiths,
Alphaville,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.