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 China and from Lagos.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Johnny Clarke to the rock 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magazine,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Motorama,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
Jacques Brel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Das Ding,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fall,
Suicide,
Roy Ayers,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
Soft Machine,
Roxy Music,
Soul Sonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scan 7,
the Slits,
Morten Harket,
Lucky Dragons,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
Lower 48,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
Saccharine Trust,
Barry Ungar,
Josef K,
Nico,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
X-Ray Spex,
Accadde A,
The Techniques,
Juan Atkins,
The Seeds,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funkadelic,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.