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 Haiti and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Drive Like Jehu to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Main Source,
Josef K,
Scan 7,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Enemy,
John Cale,
Man Eating Sloth,
Janne Schatter,
Donald Byrd,
The Busters,
Funky Four + One,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fela Kuti,
Roxy Music,
Jacob Miller,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
Slave,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
Davy DMX,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Talk Talk,
Lou Christie,
Reagan Youth,
Jawbox,
Black Sheep,
Duran Duran,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
Soul Sonic Force,
Inner City,
Hasil Adkins,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.