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 Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Anakelly. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Glenn Branca,
Ice-T,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
Brand Nubian,
The Monochrome Set,
Make Up,
the Association,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
MDC,
Joyce Sims,
June Days,
Lou Reed,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
The Skatalites,
Dual Sessions,
Unwound,
Mo-Dettes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Leonard Cohen,
Peter and Kerry,
The Motions,
Outsiders,
Sugar Minott,
Tropical Tobacco,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
Max Romeo,
The Velvet Underground,
Joy Division,
The Modern Lovers,
Angry Samoans,
Bill Near,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
The United States of America,
the Sonics,
Ultravox,
Roy Ayers,
Henry Cow,
Ossler,
Rapeman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
PIL,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.