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 Georgia 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the guitar 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 Star Department to the grime 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Index,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Interpol,
John Foxx,
DJ Sneak,
Fatback Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Golliwogs,
Accadde A,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
Graham Central Station,
Byron Stingily,
Rapeman,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
The Fall,
ABC,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
Henry Cow,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cheater Slicks,
Jacques Brel,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Darondo,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Agitation Free,
Wasted Youth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blackbyrds,
Lower 48,
The Angels of Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sugar Minott,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Visage,
Hoover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
Tim Buckley,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.