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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arthur Verocai to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
Bobby Sherman,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantaleimon,
Simply Red,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Severed Heads,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soul II Soul,
Josef K,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
Juan Atkins,
Massinfluence,
Sun City Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Grauzone,
Public Enemy,
The Victims,
Roxy Music,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
Black Bananas,
Zero Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronnie Foster,
June of 44,
The Grass Roots,
Prince Buster,
Japan,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Dolphy,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Young Marble Giants,
Lungfish,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.