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 Nigeria and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
Newcleus,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
The Star Department,
Warren Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Seeds,
Television,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Enemy,
Flipper,
Interpol,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
Porter Ricks,
Clear Light,
Q65,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eli Mardock,
The New Christs,
Massinfluence,
Brick,
Rotary Connection,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
X-101,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cybotron,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Swell Maps,
Minor Threat,
Albert Ayler,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Main Source,
Donald Byrd,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.