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 Serbia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
The Blackbyrds,
Minny Pops,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
CMW,
Von Mondo,
Magma,
Warsaw,
The New Christs,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
Jacques Brel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fluxion,
Lindisfarne,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip,
Peter & Gordon,
Suicide,
Kayak,
Erasure,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Colin Newman,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
Arcadia,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Monks,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
Ralphi Rosario,
Model 500,
Con Funk Shun,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magazine,
Excepter,
Royal Trux,
The Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
Joy Division,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
The Associates,
DJ Style,
Fugazi,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.