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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Golliwogs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
a-ha,
Idris Muhammad,
Joensuu 1685,
Parry Music,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Tres Demented,
The Real Kids,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Arcadia,
Pulsallama,
Big Daddy Kane,
PIL,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed,
Rekid,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
Maurizio,
Motorama,
Goldenarms,
Fluxion,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Franke,
Marmalade,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Qualms,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erasure,
T. Rex,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
Tears for Fears,
X-101,
the Normal,
This Heat,
In Retrospect,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Cell,
The Barracudas,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers,
New Age Steppers,
Basic Channel,
Talk Talk,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.