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 Belarus and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bobby Sherman to the disco 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Slave,
Masters at Work,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
Eli Mardock,
Janne Schatter,
Supertramp,
Darondo,
The Vogues,
Wire,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
Glenn Branca,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Tropical Tobacco,
Brass Construction,
The Sonics,
the Association,
Clear Light,
Warren Ellis,
Lightning Bolt,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
Q and Not U,
The Happenings,
Adolescents,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Make Up,
Sonny Sharrock,
Spandau Ballet,
Althea and Donna,
Ludus,
Aaron Thompson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Womack,
Alphaville,
New Order,
Bauhaus,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Stetsasonic,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Evens,
Magma,
Deepchord,
David Bowie,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.