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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 E-Dancer to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
AZ,
Nik Kershaw,
cv313,
John Holt,
Pylon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
Q and Not U,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The American Breed,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minny Pops,
Peter and Kerry,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
Gang Starr,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Deadbeat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
The Golliwogs,
Buzzcocks,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
The Evens,
Mr. Review,
The Victims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Desert Stars,
Franke,
The New Christs,
Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Stooges,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
Fatback Band,
In Retrospect,
OOIOO,
Q65,
Sun Ra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rekid,
Gichy Dan,
Intrusion,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Moon,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.