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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 These Immortal Souls to the grime 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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Scratch Acid,
Aloha Tigers,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Maleditus Sound,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
Von Mondo,
Hardrive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Absolute Body Control,
Joy Division,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Misunderstood,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pylon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amazonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fortunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Real Kids,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Wake,
Lungfish,
Easy Going,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
Suburban Knight,
Sexual Harrassment,
Young Marble Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Carl Craig,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.