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 Qatar and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 World's Most to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
This Heat,
Qualms,
Chris Corsano,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun City Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
Lalann,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
F. McDonald,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
the Soft Cell,
the Normal,
Funkadelic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
Hashim,
Black Flag,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
Connie Case,
The Human League,
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vladislav Delay,
Livin' Joy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Monks,
Nico,
Joe Finger,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sight & Sound,
Eric Copeland,
EPMD,
Stiv Bators,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Theoretical Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marine Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dual Sessions,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.