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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ossler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
Pantaleimon,
Gichy Dan,
The Index,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Altered Images,
Underground Resistance,
The Martian,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
Delon & Dalcan,
a-ha,
One Last Wish,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
Average White Band,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
Pere Ubu,
Cameo,
John Lydon,
Crooked Eye,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
Mars,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Age Steppers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Symarip,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
Alton Ellis,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
The United States of America,
Country Teasers,
Babytalk,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
Sarah Menescal,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
The Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agitation Free,
The Human League,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.