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 India and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Neon Judgement to the rock 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bad Manners,
Eddi Front,
Quando Quango,
JFA,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Graham Central Station,
Sandy B,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Judy Mowatt,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Sneak,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
The Barracudas,
Faraquet,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
Excepter,
Intrusion,
Byron Stingily,
Chrome,
Model 500,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scientists,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
Shoche,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
Television,
Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
T.S.O.L.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
Tears for Fears,
Eden Ahbez,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lightning Bolt,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.