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 Morocco 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Guru Guru to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mandrill,
Donny Hathaway,
Joy Division,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jawbox,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Godley & Creme,
Niagra,
Bad Manners,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Black Sheep,
MC5,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fugazi,
Quando Quango,
Surgeon,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Pretty Things,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gang of Four,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy,
The Fuzztones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
Duran Duran,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
Slick Rick,
Jeff Mills,
Reuben Wilson,
Bronski Beat,
The Tremeloes,
Arcadia,
Toni Rubio,
Danielle Patucci,
Inner City,
Aloha Tigers,
Arab on Radar,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Peter and Kerry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.