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 Yemen and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Joensuu 1685 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
Index,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pole,
Subhumans,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Television Personalities,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
the Association,
Slave,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy Collins,
X-Ray Spex,
Toni Rubio,
Lower 48,
Monks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits,
Buzzcocks,
Sam Rivers,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Intrusion,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
Interpol,
Sonic Youth,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Susan Cadogan,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.