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 Lesotho and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
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 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 Outsiders to the disco 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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Tom Boy,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Halsall,
This Heat,
X-101,
ABBA,
Carl Craig,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
Soul Sonic Force,
New York Dolls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
X-Ray Spex,
Dark Day,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
Gang Gang Dance,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Junior Murvin,
Audionom,
The Sound,
Minny Pops,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
Japan,
The Gladiators,
DNA,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pere Ubu,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
Rekid,
Bluetip,
Radiohead,
Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
Ponytail,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.