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 Pakistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Mojo Men to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Average White Band,
In Retrospect,
Scion,
Sister Nancy,
The Sound,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
Amazonics,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
Visage,
Franke,
The Dead C,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echospace,
LL Cool J,
The Moleskins,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Lyres,
Hot Snakes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faraquet,
Oblivians,
Rekid,
The Kinks,
cv313,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ossler,
X-101,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Sherman,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Metal Thangz,
Severed Heads,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.