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 Egypt and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Average White Band to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
CMW,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
A Certain Ratio,
Mantronix,
Gang Gang Dance,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Flag,
Jacob Miller,
Tim Buckley,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
Slick Rick,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Remains,
Fear,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Khruangbin,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
DJ Style,
Dawn Penn,
Sister Nancy,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Youth Brigade,
Supertramp,
Lakeside,
Jeff Lynne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pussy Galore,
Sarah Menescal,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Misunderstood,
Godley & Creme,
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
Q65,
Cecil Taylor,
Nation of Ulysses,
James White and The Blacks,
Animal Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Harmonia,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.