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 Papua New Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Radio Birdman 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Cluster,
The Doors,
MC5,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
Subhumans,
The Fall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
Shoche,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Malaria!,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
Circle Jerks,
Crime,
Pierre Henry,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
Fatback Band,
John Foxx,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultravox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warren Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
Sister Nancy,
The Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
EPMD,
Bob Dylan,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
Robert Hood,
Sällskapet,
David McCallum,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
Stetsasonic,
Simply Red,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.