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 Iceland and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 New Order to the jazz 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
X-101,
The Victims,
Main Source,
Groovy Waters,
The Monks,
The Sound,
Roxy Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
Harry Pussy,
Sparks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
UT,
Chris & Cosey,
The American Breed,
Johnny Clarke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sarah Menescal,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sight & Sound,
Boredoms,
Maurizio,
Kaleidoscope,
Swell Maps,
Drive Like Jehu,
Colin Newman,
AZ,
Liliput,
Suicide,
Barclay James Harvest,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
Supertramp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wally Richardson,
Ten City,
Zero Boys,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tres Demented,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Fatback Band,
Black Moon,
Bang On A Can,
Ituana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Television,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.