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 Tonga and from Sao Paulo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 dance 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Grass Roots,
The Wake,
Junior Murvin,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
Quando Quango,
The United States of America,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABC,
B.T. Express,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
Kayak,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Faraquet,
Zero Boys,
The Count Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
Dead Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
The Index,
Nico,
MC5,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
Monolake,
Byron Stingily,
Grauzone,
Simply Red,
Cybotron,
K-Klass,
the Human League,
Talk Talk,
the Swans,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Warren Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Rekid,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
New Order,
Pylon,
Albert Ayler,
Animal Collective,
Connie Case,
John Coltrane,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
Hoover,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.