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 Qatar and from New York.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Dead Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liliput,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
Charles Mingus,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
David Bowie,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Avey Tare,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
David Axelrod,
The Monochrome Set,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Basic Channel,
The Vogues,
The Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
Minny Pops,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
Gong,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
Section 25,
Bobby Sherman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chris Corsano,
Sugar Minott,
David McCallum,
The Selecter,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deakin,
Make Up,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Faraquet,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.