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 Vietnam and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Near to the electroclash 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Byron Stingily,
Faraquet,
Bauhaus,
The Fortunes,
Schoolly D,
Joy Division,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Average White Band,
Pantaleimon,
The Mummies,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
The Neon Judgement,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Reuben Wilson,
Shoche,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
The Monks,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
Nirvana,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
These Immortal Souls,
Delon & Dalcan,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Teasers,
the Swans,
Brick,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Television Personalities,
The Wake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
Eden Ahbez,
Crime,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
June of 44,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.