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 Cuba and from Accra.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Whodini to the electroclash 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Make Up,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
Ohio Players,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
Thompson Twins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
X-101,
Parry Music,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
Sonic Youth,
the Association,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Second Layer,
Fear,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Howard Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Sex Pistols,
The Cowsills,
Lindisfarne,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Harmonia,
Kenny Larkin,
the Slits,
The Litter,
Rosa Yemen,
The Five Americans,
Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Donny Hathaway,
Tubeway Army,
Nirvana,
The Fire Engines,
John Lydon,
Jandek,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.