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 Kuwait and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 The Offenders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Victims,
Procol Harum,
Sight & Sound,
Lyres,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lower 48,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Loose Ends,
James White and The Blacks,
Accadde A,
Spoonie Gee,
Easy Going,
Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
Babytalk,
The Gories,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
Clear Light,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
The Moody Blues,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
Jeff Lynne,
Surgeon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Almond,
Ten City,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
These Immortal Souls,
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Banda Bassotti,
Darondo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gap Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.