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 Mozambique and from New York.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Rakim 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 grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Mummies,
Bobby Sherman,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
Skarface,
Stockholm Monsters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cheater Slicks,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pagans,
Lyres,
Yellowson,
Harmonia,
the Association,
Sun Ra,
Tommy Roe,
Fugazi,
Jandek,
Deakin,
Mad Mike,
The Saints,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
cv313,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aaron Thompson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pylon,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
Roxette,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
L. Decosne,
Soft Machine,
Basic Channel,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ronan,
MDC,
Television Personalities,
The Human League,
Kaleidoscope,
Suicide,
Echospace,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.