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 Tajikistan and from Madrid.
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 Halifax and Mexico City.
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 mellotron 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 Davy DMX to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Stereo Dub,
Wire,
Gong,
Magma,
Lou Reed,
The Trojans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skarface,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bob Dylan,
Warren Ellis,
Erasure,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
Piero Umiliani,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nico,
Infiniti,
the Human League,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Move,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
Faraquet,
Johnny Clarke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeff Lynne,
Agitation Free,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
Nick Fraelich,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Delta 5,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pierre Henry,
The Young Rascals,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
David Bowie,
Ornette Coleman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.