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 Cameroon and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 The Black Dice to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Remains,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Letta Mbulu,
Isaac Hayes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
June Days,
Qualms,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
Bill Wells,
Hasil Adkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Amazonics,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
Scratch Acid,
Iggy Pop,
The Gories,
Bootsy Collins,
Maleditus Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dirtbombs,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
Peter & Gordon,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
LL Cool J,
Reuben Wilson,
Basic Channel,
Delta 5,
Panda Bear,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
Alice Coltrane,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Harry Pussy,
The Skatalites,
China Crisis,
The Misunderstood,
The Pretty Things,
Graham Central Station,
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
The Grass Roots,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.