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 Sweden and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Smoke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Maleditus Sound,
Ponytail,
Funky Four + One,
Moss Icon,
Hashim,
The Residents,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
New Order,
Bang On A Can,
Sixth Finger,
Lalann,
The Standells,
Guru Guru,
Yusef Lateef,
Max Romeo,
The Offenders,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
Skaos,
Lindisfarne,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
Nils Olav,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Blues Magoos,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mad Mike,
Pantytec,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marc Almond,
The Martian,
Toni Rubio,
Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Fela Kuti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.