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 China and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Eric Copeland to the grime 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Reed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
The Evens,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Alarm Clocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television,
E-Dancer,
Zapp,
Maurizio,
The Grass Roots,
DJ Sneak,
Derrick Morgan,
Marvin Gaye,
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities,
Camouflage,
Delon & Dalcan,
Au Pairs,
Michelle Simonal,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
Groovy Waters,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
JFA,
Babytalk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses,
Severed Heads,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Goldenarms,
Joey Negro,
Moby Grape,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.