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 Chile and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 L. Decosne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Organ,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
PIL,
The Litter,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scientists,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Last Poets,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Style,
Clear Light,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Cal Tjader,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
Tom Boy,
The Walker Brothers,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
Sparks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skarface,
Don Cherry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
UT,
Country Teasers,
Deakin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
Camouflage,
Dead Boys,
Peter & Gordon,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.