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 Cambodia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 mellotron 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 Wolf Eyes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vladislav Delay,
Zapp,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Q and Not U,
The Tremeloes,
EPMD,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
Eddi Front,
Altered Images,
Blossom Toes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Glenn Branca,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cymande,
UT,
Rapeman,
Moss Icon,
James White and The Blacks,
Joey Negro,
Wasted Youth,
Marc Almond,
K-Klass,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
Bill Wells,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
Soul II Soul,
Hasil Adkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Thompson Twins,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
Anthony Braxton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rakim,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
The Zeros,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.