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 Lebanon and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-102 to the funk 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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Khruangbin,
Shoche,
Rufus Thomas,
Susan Cadogan,
The Walker Brothers,
T. Rex,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
Eden Ahbez,
Unrelated Segments,
The Smoke,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronan,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mantronix,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
Ken Boothe,
Con Funk Shun,
Loose Ends,
Brick,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stetsasonic,
Japan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Raincoats,
The Gun Club,
John Foxx,
Ten City,
The Buckinghams,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.