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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Groovy Waters to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
The Moody Blues,
The Invisible,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eurythmics,
Qualms,
The Busters,
R.M.O.,
Masters at Work,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Slave,
X-Ray Spex,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
Nico,
Dark Day,
Byron Stingily,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
Guru Guru,
Scan 7,
Camberwell Now,
Davy DMX,
Urselle,
Gichy Dan,
Chrome,
Sam Rivers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
UT,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
Sound Behaviour,
Half Japanese,
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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.