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 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yazoo to the techno 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
Dead Boys,
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
Babytalk,
John Foxx,
Franke,
The Slits,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Stooges,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Smoke,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Khruangbin,
The Associates,
The Move,
Sonny Sharrock,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Pop Group,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Supertramp,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Bar-Kays,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Essential Logic,
Livin' Joy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
The Cramps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Henry Cow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.