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 Kazakhstan and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Holger Czukay 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 Germs to the rock 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Tommy Roe,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donny Hathaway,
Grey Daturas,
the Bar-Kays,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
Mad Mike,
The Blackbyrds,
FM Einheit,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare,
Scientists,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Star Department,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
The Litter,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
The Zeros,
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
Bronski Beat,
The Real Kids,
Marmalade,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
Rod Modell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zero Boys,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.