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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Green to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
the Germs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
Nick Fraelich,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
The Angels of Light,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultimate Spinach,
Thompson Twins,
OOIOO,
Nirvana,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
Porter Ricks,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
Kas Product,
Groovy Waters,
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dead C,
Minnie Riperton,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rosa Yemen,
Q65,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Johnny Osbourne,
Drive Like Jehu,
Suburban Knight,
Kerri Chandler,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
Nas,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cluster,
Nik Kershaw,
CMW,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.