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 Swaziland and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Junior Murvin to the electroclash 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
The Young Rascals,
PIL,
Letta Mbulu,
Man Parrish,
The Techniques,
Severed Heads,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
Simply Red,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hardrive,
Danielle Patucci,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
Sugar Minott,
Desert Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
UT,
Alton Ellis,
Black Moon,
OOIOO,
Half Japanese,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Los Fastidios,
Amon Düül II,
DNA,
Howard Jones,
Max Romeo,
Pole,
Joe Finger,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Unwound,
Josef K,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang On A Can,
Sonny Sharrock,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.