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 Brunei and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 The Durutti Column to the jazz 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
Infiniti,
Boredoms,
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Remains,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
La Düsseldorf,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
10cc,
Ten City,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
Kenny Larkin,
Oneida,
The Buckinghams,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Television,
Black Pus,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
Ossler,
Bauhaus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Sonics,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
T.S.O.L.,
Junior Murvin,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
Minnie Riperton,
Ponytail,
Scientists,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.