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 Lithuania and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
the Slits,
Isaac Hayes,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
Terry Callier,
The J.B.'s,
Iggy Pop,
Josef K,
June of 44,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
D'Angelo,
Eden Ahbez,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Youth Brigade,
Yusef Lateef,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
Cymande,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mojo Men,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Durutti Column,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The United States of America,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
Faust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Flag,
Heaven 17,
Ossler,
U.S. Maple,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.