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 Guatemala and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Little Man to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
the Germs,
Symarip,
Toni Rubio,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Y Pants,
Wings,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crash Course in Science,
Cybotron,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald,
Maurizio,
John Holt,
John Cale,
June Days,
Laurel Aitken,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erykah Badu,
Idris Muhammad,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Danielle Patucci,
Ten City,
Technova,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Zapp,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
The Barracudas,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
L. Decosne,
Unwound,
the Swans,
Visage,
Zero Boys,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.