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 Hungary and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 The Gap Band to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Infiniti,
Tres Demented,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Young Marble Giants,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
Jawbox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tears for Fears,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
Soulsonic Force,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Kerrie Biddell,
D'Angelo,
Joey Negro,
Erasure,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Martian,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
Chrome,
China Crisis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Inner City,
Country Teasers,
KRS-One,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Durutti Column,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
Shuggie Otis,
Slick Rick,
Deakin,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
K-Klass,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.