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 Oman and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mr. Review,
The Music Machine,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
John Holt,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lalo Schifrin,
Absolute Body Control,
the Slits,
Second Layer,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cowsills,
Godley & Creme,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
Interpol,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Remains,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Near,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
Public Image Ltd.,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jacques Brel,
Theoretical Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Judy Mowatt,
The Trojans,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.