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 Vanuatu and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
Sight & Sound,
Pulsallama,
Index,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
L. Decosne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül,
Iggy Pop,
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
Kenny Larkin,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
Maurizio,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hasil Adkins,
Youth Brigade,
Pantytec,
cv313,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Inner City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Porter Ricks,
Glenn Branca,
Anthony Braxton,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Symarip,
Yazoo,
The Wake,
D'Angelo,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Audionom,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.