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 Morocco and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Los Fastidios,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
The Golliwogs,
Mark Hollis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
The New Christs,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
Janne Schatter,
The Mojo Men,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
Gichy Dan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Misunderstood,
Underground Resistance,
Delta 5,
Joe Finger,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
Fela Kuti,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
Lower 48,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Wally Richardson,
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Association,
Donald Byrd,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marmalade,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
Japan,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moleskins,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
Kayak,
Au Pairs,
Magazine,
Outsiders,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.