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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Gap Band to the techno 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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
Magazine,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
Grauzone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Certain Ratio,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
Infiniti,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Victims,
The Doors,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Stooges,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
Ossler,
Sparks,
Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-101,
Sound Behaviour,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
James White and The Blacks,
Alphaville,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.