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 Mongolia and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the crunk 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Reagan Youth,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
Subhumans,
Derrick Morgan,
Fad Gadget,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
Deadbeat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
the Bar-Kays,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Sheep,
Sun Ra,
David McCallum,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cramps,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
Shoche,
Amon Düül,
Livin' Joy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eve St. Jones,
The Divine Comedy,
The Techniques,
The Fuzztones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Black Dice,
Agitation Free,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-102,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Junior Murvin,
Silicon Teens,
Barry Ungar,
Desert Stars,
Panda Bear,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yaz,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
Oblivians,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.