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 Fiji 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donny Hathaway to the disco 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
June of 44,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
A Certain Ratio,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
Brick,
Nik Kershaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vainqueur,
Alphaville,
Cheater Slicks,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Excepter,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed,
Kool Moe Dee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arab on Radar,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tommy Roe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amazonics,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Knickerbockers,
Deepchord,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Flag,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
The Move,
The Divine Comedy,
Sugar Minott,
Minor Threat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Albert Ayler,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.