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 Egypt and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vladislav Delay to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Andrew Hill,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mummies,
Ken Boothe,
Surgeon,
Yaz,
Pagans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
Jawbox,
DNA,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
The Vogues,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Erasure,
the Soft Cell,
The Monks,
Yellowson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Max Romeo,
The Real Kids,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Carl Craig,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
E-Dancer,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
Patti Smith,
Dark Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Pantaleimon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
The Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eddi Front,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
The Gories,
Sugar Minott,
Magazine,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, 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.