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 the UAE and from New York.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Cure to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Gories. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
This Heat,
The Index,
Rapeman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vladislav Delay,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
Porter Ricks,
Laurel Aitken,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gerry Rafferty,
Interpol,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nils Olav,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scratch Acid,
The Litter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minor Threat,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Clarke,
Iggy Pop,
Erasure,
B.T. Express,
Max Romeo,
Youth Brigade,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lindisfarne,
X-102,
the Germs,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.