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 Togo and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
Sällskapet,
MC5,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Funky Four + One,
Amazonics,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
Nation of Ulysses,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Copeland,
Davy DMX,
Tommy Roe,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scion,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
Duran Duran,
Todd Rundgren,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Altered Images,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arab on Radar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Moody Blues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mandrill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Minny Pops,
John Holt,
Qualms,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Gang Dance,
In Retrospect,
Buzzcocks,
Hashim,
Los Fastidios,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.