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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Monochrome Set to the grime 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Crash Course in Science,
Khruangbin,
Maleditus Sound,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxy Music,
Morten Harket,
Carl Craig,
Chris Corsano,
Pere Ubu,
Dual Sessions,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
Swell Maps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
U.S. Maple,
Mantronix,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Das Ding,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Essential Logic,
Minutemen,
Joe Finger,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Ituana,
The Knickerbockers,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
AZ,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
The Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
Inner City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
Slick Rick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Swans,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rod Modell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.