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 Philippines and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Thompson Twins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Harry Pussy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Albert Ayler,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Stereo Dub,
ABC,
Yusef Lateef,
Franke,
E-Dancer,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
Television,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Misunderstood,
Wolf Eyes,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang of Four,
Easy Going,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dawn Penn,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skarface,
Rotary Connection,
Alice Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
The Alarm Clocks,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
L. Decosne,
The Angels of Light,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
Y Pants,
Slave,
the Human League,
New York Dolls,
Flamin' Groovies,
China Crisis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.