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 Seychelles and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Holger Czukay 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
Donald Byrd,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
The Tremeloes,
Monks,
Fear,
Zapp,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed,
Animal Collective,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
The Golliwogs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Hot Snakes,
Sun City Girls,
Patti Smith,
Mad Mike,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Todd Terry,
The Blues Magoos,
Subhumans,
Visage,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Laurel Aitken,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
Youth Brigade,
The Sonics,
The Doors,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.