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 Guinea-Bissau and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Almond to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The New Christs,
Ornette Coleman,
Leonard Cohen,
Ronan,
Henry Cow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Almond,
Bill Near,
Aloha Tigers,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chris Corsano,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
Reagan Youth,
Kas Product,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
Shuggie Otis,
Los Fastidios,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
DJ Style,
The Buckinghams,
Nils Olav,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Neon Judgement,
Hot Snakes,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Y Pants,
Bush Tetras,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
John Lydon,
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
Black Flag,
Andrew Hill,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Matthew Halsall,
the Association,
Man Eating Sloth,
DJ Sneak,
Bob Dylan,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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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.