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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Lindisfarne to the dance 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
The Selecter,
The Red Krayola,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
The Raincoats,
The Cramps,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
a-ha,
Echospace,
Cluster,
The New Christs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
Dead Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Scrapy,
Audionom,
ABBA,
R.M.O.,
Isaac Hayes,
Grey Daturas,
The Monks,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
Todd Rundgren,
Mandrill,
Ronan,
Roxette,
Brand Nubian,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Henry Cow,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
Joyce Sims,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pulsallama,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
Little Man,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Eve St. Jones,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.