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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red 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?
Pagans,
Visage,
Hasil Adkins,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Warsaw,
Davy DMX,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Christie,
Cymande,
Marcia Griffiths,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms,
Swans,
Blancmange,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Simply Red,
Rufus Thomas,
Sällskapet,
Isaac Hayes,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
Al Stewart,
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soft Machine,
John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Sandy B,
The Stooges,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
Susan Cadogan,
Make Up,
Das Ding,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Crooked Eye,
Nils Olav,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
Qualms,
Black Pus,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonic Youth,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.