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 Yemen and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shuggie Otis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
Swell Maps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
Soft Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brick,
The Electric Prunes,
Tubeway Army,
Soul II Soul,
The Doobie Brothers,
K-Klass,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joyce Sims,
Aural Exciters,
Hardrive,
Lungfish,
Anakelly,
MDC,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
Derrick May,
Country Teasers,
The Divine Comedy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Sheep,
Hasil Adkins,
X-101,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Todd Rundgren,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barry Ungar,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nas,
Yaz,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Roy Ayers,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
Oneida,
These Immortal Souls,
Magma,
Amon Düül,
The Pop Group,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gories,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.