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 Qatar and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Metal Thangz to the grime 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Desert Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Quando Quango,
Lou Christie,
Deadbeat,
Bob Dylan,
The Moody Blues,
Flash Fearless,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
Vladislav Delay,
ABC,
Scrapy,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
Peter & Gordon,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
Qualms,
T.S.O.L.,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
the Sonics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun City Girls,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
The Flesh Eaters,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
Monks,
Adolescents,
Hashim,
Organ,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
The Standells,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
Black Moon,
Parry Music,
Q65,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.