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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
Tommy Roe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
The Remains,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Junior Murvin,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy Collins,
Alton Ellis,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Gang Green,
The Beau Brummels,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Man Eating Sloth,
Intrusion,
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Juan Atkins,
Camouflage,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
Royal Trux,
Wire,
Throbbing Gristle,
PIL,
Severed Heads,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fortunes,
Sandy B,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
Procol Harum,
Crooked Eye,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick May,
The Pop Group,
Jandek,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül II,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
DJ Style,
Surgeon,
Avey Tare,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.