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 the UAE and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Moody Blues to the jazz 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Blancmange,
Charles Mingus,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Motions,
Dual Sessions,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Excepter,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
Maurizio,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Searchers,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
Wire,
Pere Ubu,
New York Dolls,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
The Happenings,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Funkadelic,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moleskins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ponytail,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faust,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Last Poets,
Connie Case,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Green,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.