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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
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 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 Michael McDonald 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 Quando Quango to the rap 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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pet Shop Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
PIL,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Bush Tetras,
Sight & Sound,
Subhumans,
Aloha Tigers,
Alison Limerick,
Public Enemy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Excepter,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
Buzzcocks,
The Pretty Things,
Unwound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
the Slits,
ABBA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
Vladislav Delay,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
Rotary Connection,
X-102,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
Harmonia,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Motions,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.