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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Goldenarms to the grime 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Dead Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
The Count Five,
Agent Orange,
Tubeway Army,
PIL,
Agitation Free,
Pere Ubu,
Moby Grape,
Newcleus,
Aural Exciters,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxette,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
The Fire Engines,
Massinfluence,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T. Rex,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Outsiders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
The Seeds,
Michelle Simonal,
Stetsasonic,
The Index,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Excepter,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
Ponytail,
Eric B and Rakim,
Index,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman,
Minutemen,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan,
Minny Pops,
The Divine Comedy,
Whodini,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.