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 Egypt and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David McCallum to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
The Real Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Thee Headcoats,
Jeff Mills,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy Collins,
Suburban Knight,
Joy Division,
EPMD,
Mission of Burma,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Invisible,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
Slave,
The Stooges,
Oneida,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
Circle Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
Wire,
Chris & Cosey,
Whodini,
Bobby Sherman,
Smog,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
Severed Heads,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
Silicon Teens,
Brick,
Mandrill,
Massinfluence,
Franke,
Mantronix,
FM Einheit,
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maurizio,
The Mojo Men,
Lalann,
Spoonie Gee,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
World's Most,
Absolute Body Control,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.