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 Honduras and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar 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 the Slits to the grunge 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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
The Pretty Things,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Monks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Don Cherry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
The Remains,
the Soft Cell,
The Toasters,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos,
Sällskapet,
Eurythmics,
Cal Tjader,
Theoretical Girls,
Y Pants,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
Black Moon,
Rosa Yemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Khruangbin,
Television,
Mantronix,
Kerri Chandler,
Heaven 17,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
Bang On A Can,
the Slits,
Pulsallama,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Tres Demented,
Blossom Toes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.