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 Azerbaijan and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Mars to the crunk 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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
Crispy Ambulance,
Carl Craig,
Soft Cell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
FM Einheit,
Yaz,
New Order,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marc Almond,
Skaos,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nirvana,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Erasure,
The Pretty Things,
The American Breed,
Eden Ahbez,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Zeros,
Depeche Mode,
Absolute Body Control,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harry Pussy,
David McCallum,
Basic Channel,
Rapeman,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dual Sessions,
Jacob Miller,
Underground Resistance,
Grauzone,
Babytalk,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boredoms,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
Nas,
Faust,
Jerry's Kids,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.