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 France and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Hood,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
Barry Ungar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Offenders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sex Pistols,
John Lydon,
The Velvet Underground,
Derrick Morgan,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
Lower 48,
The Gun Club,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
Bauhaus,
Groovy Waters,
Marvin Gaye,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cybotron,
Black Bananas,
Technova,
the Slits,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
Section 25,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tropical Tobacco,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Procol Harum,
ABC,
Alphaville,
Q and Not U,
Jacques Brel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Silicon Teens,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
Essential Logic,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.