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 Copenhagen.
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 Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Mad Mike to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Cameo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tom Boy,
The United States of America,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
Zapp,
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Liliput,
Mo-Dettes,
Sun City Girls,
Urselle,
Nas,
Niagra,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
Jawbox,
The Move,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
Main Source,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Dark Day,
The Tremeloes,
Nik Kershaw,
K-Klass,
Supertramp,
Ralphi Rosario,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Remains,
John Lydon,
Aloha Tigers,
Flash Fearless,
Ultravox,
Jerry's Kids,
Whodini,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.