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 Mexico and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
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 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 Dual Sessions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tubeway Army,
The Smiths,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cymande,
Lyres,
Eden Ahbez,
Eurythmics,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
Toni Rubio,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang of Four,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arcadia,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tommy Roe,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
The Leaves,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
Blancmange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mo-Dettes,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
The Tremeloes,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Patti Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Vladislav Delay,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.