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 Nigeria and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Grey Daturas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dave Gahan,
Eric Copeland,
The Fuzztones,
Talk Talk,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Rod Modell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Crime,
Cluster,
Supertramp,
Skaos,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
Desert Stars,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sonics,
David Axelrod,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Camouflage,
Roxette,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
Faust,
EPMD,
Qualms,
Aswad,
The Smoke,
Swell Maps,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Style,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sister Nancy,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pulsallama,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.