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 China and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Ice-T to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Gong,
Matthew Bourne,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
Wolf Eyes,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
The Techniques,
Shuggie Otis,
The Vogues,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
Erasure,
Anthony Braxton,
Zapp,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Das Ding,
Mars,
T. Rex,
Archie Shepp,
June Days,
Ponytail,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eurythmics,
Arthur Verocai,
Marmalade,
John Holt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
EPMD,
Pole,
Hashim,
Hardrive,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.