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 Sweden and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Siglo XX to the dance 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
Organ,
Arcadia,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
Bauhaus,
Aaron Thompson,
Delta 5,
Stiv Bators,
Excepter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terry Callier,
Circle Jerks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maurizio,
Blake Baxter,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
Amazonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
Avey Tare,
Byron Stingily,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
kango's stein massive,
Dawn Penn,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
The Toasters,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grandmaster Flash,
Easy Going,
H. Thieme,
Smog,
Suburban Knight,
Nirvana,
Marine Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.