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 Liechtenstein and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Byron Stingily to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '50s 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 Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Cluster,
The Seeds,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Essential Logic,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eve St. Jones,
Bauhaus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Slave,
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
Don Cherry,
Radiopuhelimet,
F. McDonald,
X-102,
Bang On A Can,
Blossom Toes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Schoolly D,
The Blues Magoos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Magma,
Eric Copeland,
Mandrill,
Sam Rivers,
Dark Day,
The Pretty Things,
Interpol,
Yellowson,
Young Marble Giants,
Agent Orange,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Matthew Halsall,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Colin Newman,
Das Ding,
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Trumans Water,
Quando Quango,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.