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 Kazakhstan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bluetip to the grime 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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '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 The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
The Pop Group,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Electric Prunes,
Isaac Hayes,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
Tears for Fears,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
Lungfish,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Audionom,
Eli Mardock,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
Bush Tetras,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Suburban Knight,
Royal Trux,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
The Motions,
The Trojans,
Fear,
Q65,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
Mantronix,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
Whodini,
Chrome,
The Pretty Things,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scratch Acid,
Yaz,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Second Layer,
The Offenders,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
CMW,
Kenny Larkin,
Clear Light,
Model 500,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.