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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bauhaus to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
Section 25,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cymande,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pole,
These Immortal Souls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magma,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ludus,
Judy Mowatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
Erasure,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
Model 500,
The Cure,
The Names,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reagan Youth,
Aural Exciters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bauhaus,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Clarke,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Adolescents,
The Litter,
Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Flash Fearless,
Arab on Radar,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most,
Jerry's Kids,
In Retrospect,
Audionom,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.