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 Kuwait and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Gang Starr to the punk 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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 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 Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aaron Thompson,
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
Malaria!,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Fortunes,
Zero Boys,
Wings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Martian,
Barbara Tucker,
Ten City,
The Victims,
Saccharine Trust,
Shuggie Otis,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Pylon,
Spandau Ballet,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
Scrapy,
Niagra,
CMW,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Make Up,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Patti Smith,
Minny Pops,
Jawbox,
Symarip,
World's Most,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
Smog,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Hashim,
Black Bananas,
Subhumans,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.