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 Samoa and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 AZ to the electroclash 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Unrelated Segments,
The Selecter,
Ten City,
Deakin,
Wolf Eyes,
Connie Case,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flash Fearless,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
U.S. Maple,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
Clear Light,
Sun City Girls,
Public Enemy,
Soft Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maleditus Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Scratch Acid,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Flipper,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Young Marble Giants,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
Barrington Levy,
Marshall Jefferson,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
Crooked Eye,
Boredoms,
Oblivians,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gladiators,
Bad Manners,
Chris & Cosey,
Lightning Bolt,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Derrick Morgan,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
Eve St. Jones,
Youth Brigade,
48th St. Collective,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Josef K,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.